First Come, First Served

I smiled to myself as I saw the text I'd received from an unknown number. I'd done it! It was even better than I'd been promised.

I looked at the video I'd recorded while inside Isa. This was going to make me rich. Rich enough to go back as often as I wanted.

I'm Marlon and I'm sick of my life. Not life in general, just my life. I graduated college in the middle of my class with an English degree and had a tough time finding a job. I'd hoped to have become a famous writer by now. Instead, I'm stuck working as a cashier at an upscale grocery store until I can find something longer term.

After a long shift one day, I sat down and opened my computer. As an outlet for my frustrations I often watched porn. I can get pretty into certain girls at times, saving a bunch of videos and pictures for easy access later. The one I was into that night was named Bridgette B, a big titted, sexy latina who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. As usual I had to do some digging, finding the best videos and some pics to save to my hard drive. That's when I stumbled across something interesting, buried deep in a 4chan message board.

Turns out, people had done some digging too. Bridgette hadn't always been a pornstar. In fact, she'd been a Spanish teacher named Maria Martinez before taking on that stage name. People on the board even had some crazy theories. Theories that she'd been taken over, possessed even, due to her quick departure from her life without explanation. Some users were incredulous. Ok, even if that was true, it wasn't possible. Right?

That's what I thought too, until someone posted an encrypted link. One that led to possession.com.

The site had people from all walks of life. There were some highlighted profiles - gorgeous women in big cities and exotic locations. Way out of my budget. You could even search by location. Whoa. My manager was on here?

Snapping back to my body my eyes went wide. My free trial proved everything. One second I was staring at my screen, the next sitting at her desk, in her office. After gasping, getting my bearings, I took a grip of her tits. Then I was back in my apartment.

Who else was on here? Letting my cursor linger over the search bar, I finally typed: "Maria Martinez". Her profile appeared before my eyes. But the status bar showed something intriguing. "Body in use."

"Maybe those wild theories on 4chan had some truth to them after all." I thought to myself. 

Could it be true? There was no way to know for sure, but it sure seemed like it. Even if she wasn't being serially possessed, it did seem like the idea had some merit. Chicks had it so easy - especially super hot ones. With the advent of OnlyFans, out-earning the cost of possession was almost a guarantee. 

I thought about my life. Working at the store, writing books, only to come home and eat ramen noodles in the cold. It took me less than a second to make my decision.

But who to possess?

She had to be hot. Great face, massive tits, wide hips. Sure, they would come at a premium, but I needed them to stand out among all the pretty faces online. Couldn't be at too big of a premium though or I wouldn't be able to afford the initial possession with my meager savings. So she had to be an unknown. A young, carefree college girl would be fun too, with so much life ahead of her. On top of all that, I needed a body that spoke to me. If I truly was going for a long-term possession, I'd be in this body all the time. I wanted it to be "me".

I went onto the instagram page for the local college and scrolled through the students it was following for hours. I'd click on a girl, use the tags to move through her friend group, decide none were for me, then move on. 

I was about to give up when I found her. Her account was unassuming - around 100 followers - and had mostly random photos of landscapes and food. 

Her name was Isabella Monez. The pictures that were there were unassuming. Yes, she was definitely cute. But was she pornstar level? With those impressive tits on her chest I bet she was.  

But was she on the site? Searching her on possession.com, it looked like she had just been uploaded.

Body Description

Name: Isabella Monez
Age: 22 Years
Height: 5'2
Weight: 125 pounds
Times Possessed: 0
Breast Size: 32 DDD
Occupation: Studies Art and Art History at Jacksonville University.
Relationship History: 1 prior boyfriend, currently single.
Sexual History: 1 male partner.
Personality: Quiet and shy. Enjoys spending time alone painting. Prefers a few close friends to many superficial ones.
Libido: Moderate. Does not enjoy being hit on and would prefer a boyfriend. Masturbates at home frequently. Closeted bisexual.
Responsiveness: Moderate. Requires build up to orgasm.
Cost: $ (first-time discount)

She seemed great. A mostly blank slate to build a life from. Her body was hidden, but I knew the curves I could see meant something truly special was underneath. That pouting face meant that when all was said and done, I'd never have to work a day in my life. Maybe I'd gotten the idea from my recent obsession with Bridgette, but being a Latina seemed new and exciting as well.

With that, I decided to take the plunge. I got my game plan together. Thirty minutes inside, all I could afford. During that time, I'd take as many pics as possible and get an OnlyFans started. I'd use the money to possess her more, take more photos, until finally I was possessing her full time.

I took my time. When I was ready, I clicked the button below.

One second, my computer screen, the next, massive tits in my face. I was in! Time to work my magic.

It seemed like I was in the living room of some apartment complex. It was well decorated with tasteful paintings on each wall. Some photos had Isabella standing with some other girls. It looked like she had some roommates.

I stood up, staggering momentarily as I felt the breasts bounce down, then up before settling back into place. Those were mine now. 

I walked around, exploring the place. I saw Isabella's phone and scrolled through momentarily, perusing her social media, settling into this new life for a second before I got down to business. My long, manicured nails clacked against the screen every now and then, emphasizing the subtle physical differences that made this body so different from my own.

To one side of the apartment was a mirror. I walked to it, eager to get a glimpse of my new self. When I stared, beauty incarnate stared back. 

Whoa. She was even hotter in person than in the photos I'd seen. Those deep brown eyes, those pouty lips, those massive tits, all now mine. My fingers played with my shoulder straps, so antsy to see the heaving weights concealed underneath. But I focused. I still needed more work if I was to keep this body for good. I set the straps back in their rightful place and walked on.

There were three rooms leading off a hallway extending from a living room. Which was Isabella's? I eventually tried one.

"Isa! You scared me girlie. What's up?" A blonde said, turning her torso toward me as she painted her nails facing the wall. She had an attractive face and fairly large breasts, though nowhere near as big as mine. 

"Oh, um nothing."  I asked. "By the way, which room is mine again?"

"It's... the one at the end of the hall. Are you ok?" She replied, brows furrowed.

"Yeah just got lost. So silly. Thanks!" I said, closing the door.

"You can be such a ditz sometimes Isa!" I heard muffled by the door as I entered "my" room.

More paintings were hung on the walls of a beige room. In the center was a soft bed, which I easily slunk onto. 

Finally, I was alone. One by one, I scooped Isa's tits out of the cups working so hard to hold their generous size within. 

I wanted so desperately to play with myself, but I knew getting footage was my ticket back long-term. I set my phone to the side and started a photo timer. I got myself into position, straining to lift a heavy breast towards my mouth, my tongue playing at the nipple for my future subscribers' pleasure.

I decided to do an outfit change. I needed this content to seem as different as possible, plausible that I had recorded the footage over different days and not in one frantic thirty minute session.

I peeled off the bodysuit Isa had decided to wear that day. I took a moment to capture a fully nude pic up on the bed, reveling in how my tits hung and pointed forward.

I saw a pink nightie tossed to the side, so I decided to throw it on. I felt like a robber, like a criminal who'd gotten away with the perfect crime. Doing something so common as slipping into her clothes solidified the reality that I'd completely, fully taken her over and could bend her life to my will.

Before I forgot, I texted the pics to myself, then deleted the texts. I was losing track of time and I wanted something to show for the work I'd been putting in.

I set my phone, recording, off to the side. My tongue on my nipples had been so electric. It really emphasized just how big my new tits were. They could stretch all the way from my chest up to my tongue. I reveled in the sensations my body was sending me, but more than that, the realization that this body was mine. At least for now.

Each time I sucked on the nipple, I was rewarded with a rush of the deepest pleasure. I was so greedy for them, sucking deeply, pulling so strongly at the skin with my lips. After a few minutes, I felt my groin lighting up with pleasure.

My pussy. I hadn't even played with it yet!

I stopped the recording and changed again. Didn't have much time. I went through Isa's drawers frantically, throwing bras and panties over my head as my tits wobbled.

Finally, I found a dress that looked right. I threw it on, before hitting record again and aggressively massaging my tits.

It felt amazing. As a man, I never knew the sensitivity breasts could feel. I couldn't get enough. I rubbed them up, down, spitting so my hands would slide over them even easier.

I made sure to moan out loud, playing it up like a real pornstar so my viewers would love it. It's not that I wasn't feeling pleasure (quite the opposite) I just made sure to vocalize how much pleasure I was feeling.

Not much longer. I turned to my pussy.

My body had built up to such a peak the orgasm was immediate. One brush of my clit sent me into overdrive and I fell to the bed a mess of hair and tits as my stomach convulsed.

The timer!

I forced myself to sit up, stopping the recording and texting them to my phone. I had just deleted them when I felt myself pulled back to my own skin.

I reached up, expecting to feel tits where there were none. I tapped my flat chest, so boring compared to what I'd just had. I looked around my apartment, so plain when I was used to seeing Isa's beautiful paintings on the walls.

The next day, I awoke, feeling like yesterday was some kind of dream. Only the videos I'd texted over from Isa's body were reminders that what had happened had been so real. It was all I could think about while scanning and bagging broccoli for what seemed like the hundredth time.

When I got home, it was time to work. I set up an OnlyFans page. I knew I couldn't use her real name. The folks possessing Bridgette didn't, I'd imagine to keep people from finding her real name and searching her on the site. So I settled on Marlena Matti, after my own name.

I uploaded the tit sucking video first, along with some nudes. I made sure to post on reddit and other sites as well, under the Marlena pseudonym, to drive users to my page.

It worked.

The next day, I was shocked to see I'd gotten close to a hundred subscribers. The comments were flattering, vindicating my choice in body.

I kept posting the pics in a slow trickle. Soon, my following on OF grew. I'd gotten tons of subscribers. I saved the orgasm video as a special purchase - a real cash cow.

Once the weekend rolled around, I was low on pics. But I was high on funds. 

Latina time.

I typed in the site. Possession.com. "Isabella Monez" I quickly typed. Scrolling to the bottom, I was ready for an evening back inside that sexy frame. But when I got to the bottom, I was shocked.

"Body in use."

What? Someone had taken over Isa? But she hadn't even been possessed before me. How was her popularity rising so fast?

Using a reverse image search on Isa's face, I found something I wasn't prepared to see. It was Isa alright, but posing under the name "Beatriz Bella". I did more research. Searching the name Beatriz Bella, I saw a 4chan thread pop up. The same one I'd been on earlier.

Shit. From what it looked like, someone had seen the posts and had been able to track down Isa's real name. I was frustrated beyond belief. I'd found the perfect body and life, only to have it stolen right out from under my nose. Her body was mine! I'd possessed her first for crying out loud.

Still researching, I found a link to something interesting. "Beatriz Bella livestream".

After clicking it, I saw what I'd feared. Isa was moving, masturbating. The way she reveled in her body, grabbed her tits hungrily, strained so hard against the vibrator until her eyes rolled up in her head - no way that was shy Isa. Someone else had to have been at the controls.

Well, I knew they were inside Isa right now, fucking up everything that I'd worked so hard to set up. I had to stop them. But how?

"I've got it!" I exclaimed.

Searching on Isa's old instagram, I went through the followers, checking each person til I found her. Isa's roommate. Turns out her name was Rachel Meadows. After a quick search, it also turned out she was available for possession.

Skipping over the whole profile, I went straight to the "possess" button, setting the timer until 9 PM, when the stream was set to end. When I was good and ready, I clicked.

I landed back in the same apartment I'd been in before, just in another body. I was sitting on a bed in the room I'd accidentally barged into as Isa. Rachel, it seemed, was on her laptop listening to music, wearing some noise cancelling headphones. When I removed them, I understood why.

I heard moans echoing throughout the house that poured through the walls. Isa's voice. Standing up, I walked over to the room which this body itself had told me was Isa's.

volume up

As I opened the door, Isa looked over at me. "Didn't know you were doing that." I said rhetorically. "Are you recording?"

"Yeah..." Isa's body said sheepishly.

"Time to end the stream. Bye guys!" I said, before reaching towards and locking Isa's phone."

"OMG, um... I'm so sorry." Isa's body said.

"Cut the act." I said back. "I know you're some guy wearing Isa right now."

"What? That's not possible, stop talking funny, hahaha." The man wearing Isa added in some forced laughter.

"I'm literally a guy wearing Rachel, Isa's roommate, from Possession.com." I said. Isa/Stranger's face dropped. "And I'm here to tell you to STOP using that body. It's mine. I discovered her. I found her first."

"What do you mean it's yours. It's nobody's. Well, technically it's Isa's. But let's be real. We're two scumbags from the internet taking over some girl's body. Do you really think people are going to have a strict code of ethics about this whole thing?"

"There are hundreds of chicks just as hot. Find your own!"

"Hey, I've got an idea." The guy said.

"What's up." I replied.

"That chick you're in's pretty hot too.

“Ok, but she’s nowhere near close to as hot as Isa. I’m not changing my stance here.” I said.

“You’re not getting me.” They said. “We can hook up like this.”

I stopped, the idea sounding pretty enticing.

“A little girl on girl action. Doesn’t that sound good?” They were bouncing Isa’s tits, making the offer impossible to refuse for my still male mind.

“I’ve got an idea to settle this once and for all, too. First person to make the other cum gets to keep Isa’s body, for good.”

“Pssshht.” I laughed “I can make Isa’s body cum any time I want to. I learned all her sweet spots when I was in there.”

“Yeah, well you’ve gotta stare at these puppies the whole time. You really think you can last with my milkers bouncing below your nose? Face it, this body’s got the sex appeal to make that little pussy explode before I even touch you.”

We were nearing each other, ready to dive into each other’s lips. But then, right before contact, a phone alarm went off. 

“Shit. That’s my one minute warning. I’m getting kicked out at nine.” The man in Isa said.

“No way, me too.” I said.

“I CALL ISA!” We both said in unison.

“When you can’t get in, her roommate’s name is Rachel Meadows.”

“The name’s Simon by the way.” Isa’s body said. 

“I’m Marlon.” I replied.

“May the fastest man win.” He said, when I was pulled back to my own apartment.

I was back in front of my computer. I had to act fast if I wanted Isa. I was sure that Simon was doing the same at this very moment. One of the tabs still open on my computer was Isa, I realized. I immediately loaded her for three hours and hit possess.

"FUCK YES!" I yelled, grabbing and feeling my tits. I smiled at myself in the mirror. 

"Isa, what's going on?" I realized Rachel was still in the room. "You're acting weird again. One second I'm on my computer, the next I'm in a room with you, nude. And these sudden changes in personality... they've been happening all week. We really need to get you checked..."

Rachel's body stopped talking, losing all expression for half a second. Then, she started moving once again.

"You bastard! No fair. I was in there!!!" Simon made Rachel yell.

"Guess I was the faster man." I said, still feeling on top of the world. "So, about that bet."

We launched at each other like two wild animals. Sucking the desire from the other, we had our hands down in the other's pussy, frantically trying to get the other to cum.

I pushed my tits into Simon's face. "Look who's got the sex appeal now."

Throwing him onto his back, I interwove our legs so our pussies could meet. Rubbing them back and forth caused my clit to grind onto his inner thigh, making it feel amazing. I could tell he was loving it too. I could only imagine the view he was getting, the privilege of getting to stare at this goddess incarnate riding him, using all she could muster to urge his orgasm.

Finally, I felt Simon's legs crush in on me as his eyes screwed shut. "OHH." He cried out as I knew I'd broken him. Having accomplished my mission, I refocused my efforts on myself. Stuffing a tit in my mouth, I sucked as I rubbed ever stronger. Watching the woman below me orgasm, seeing my own tits bounce in my view, and the stimulation on my clit were too much to handle and I soon joined Simon, our twin cries filling the room. 

We settled and lay next to one another.

"Guess I won." I said, turning Isa's body to face Rachel's.

"Guess you did." Simon said, too euphoric from the orgasm to feel defeated.

"Hey, if I ever need backup in here, I'll call you. If I need to get back to my life for a bit, I'll let you take the reigns." I offered, hoping to give some sort of consolation prize for the incredible job he'd just done.

"Sounds good. That would be amazing." He said. 

"How long do you have that body for?" I asked.

"Another hour."

"Wanna go again?" 

I pressed record on Isa's phone, ready to capture it all. My time in her body had just started and I already couldn't wait for the adventures I'd get up to while inside. I was sure I'd hit up some celebrity afterparties, flirt with guys and girls to my heart's desire and shoot plenty of sexy content for my page.

But for now, I was just ready to ride Isa's body as far as it could take me.

(Click Twice)

A Month in Maya's Shoes

"Dude you got Maya! What the fuck! It should have been me!" My friend Damien griped at the news.

My high school had made swap class a mandatory requirement for all graduating seniors. Instead of the old way, with students swapping with other students, our school had shelled out for the "first-person" dolls. They were super pricey, but after the principal found the teacher who had swapped with his daughter in a janitor's closet three fingers deep in her pussy a few years back he decided it would be worth the cost.

The dolls came in all shapes and sizes. They were meant to represent a real high school class. Nerdy guys with pimples and glasses, athletic girls who were six foot tall, overweight ones who were twenty stone. But maybe, since the company was originally founded as "first-person female" and intended for guys who wanted to try on life as a super hot girl, the hot, "popular" girl in the class was really fucking hot.

That was Maya.

Absolute cannons of breasts on a thin, tan frame. Dark hair poured down her face and framed deep green eyes. 

"Are you gonna sell pics? You're gonna be rich man! You HAVE to send me some." Damien asked. He'd been assigned Shruti, a short, plain Indian girl who had no tits to speak of.

"Sure man. I'll send you some." I replied. 

Since they were dolls, they were reused every time a new batch of kids took swap class. It only started once the school bought the dolls around my sophomore year after the whole Sophie Miller in the janitor's closet incident. Every semester, you'd see the same faces running around. And invariably, there would always be some grinning high school senior walking around in Maya's frame.

You'd see Maya walking from class to class, some semesters wearing next to nothing. A crowd of guys (and guys turned girls) would surround her, hoping that the lottery winner in Maya would deign to flash a breast. 

Often, they would. 

Dillon, a kid two years above me was the first in Maya. He started off selling pics, then started going in the maintenance shed after school and letting people fondle his tits - 100 bucks a minute. I remember Damien begging him to let him do half the time for half the cost.

Over the years someone had started a photo album of Maya. Photos of her, photos in her.

When I got the news I'd be in Maya my heart skipped a beat. I'd had a crush on her since I'd first laid eyes on her. Hell, every guy did. I was stoked. Free access to those tits for a whole three months.

Our homework for swap class was to read up on the bodies we'd be wearing. The first-person company had designed a curriculum to go with the bodies and every one had a write-up.

Your Guide to Maya

Welcome to First-Person Company's Swap Class!

You are about to embark on a unique and transformative journey by inhabiting the body of Maya Volkova. This experience is designed to help you understand and challenge gender stereotypes from a first-person perspective. Here is what you need to know about Maya and what to expect during your time in her body:

Physical Description: Maya Volkova is a strikingly attractive woman with dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a slender frame. She has prominent physical features, including large breasts, which may draw attention in various social settings. It is important to be aware of how these attributes influence interactions and perceptions.

What to Expect:

1. Attention and Objectification:
   • You may notice increased attention from others, particularly due to Maya’s physical appearance. This attention can range from admiration to unwanted advances. Reflect on how this makes you feel and consider the impact of objectification on women.
2. Perceptions and Assumptions:
   • People may make assumptions about Maya based on her appearance. Notice if you are treated differently in professional, social, or casual settings. This can provide insight into the stereotypes women face regularly.
3. Social Interactions:
   • Engage in everyday activities such as shopping, commuting, and socializing. Observe how conversations and interactions differ from your usual experience. Pay attention to any condescension, over-familiarity, or patronizing attitudes.

What to Do:

1. Practice Empathy:
   • Approach every situation with an open mind and empathy. Try to understand the experiences and feelings of women who deal with similar scenarios daily.
2. Challenge Stereotypes:
   • Use this opportunity to challenge your own preconceived notions about women. Reflect on how societal standards and stereotypes influence behavior and attitudes.
3. Communicate Respectfully:
   • Engage with others respectfully and assertively. Practice setting boundaries and see how they are received.

What Not to Do:

1. Do Not Objectify:
   • Resist the urge to objectify yourself or others. Focus on personality, skills, and intelligence rather than physical appearance.
2. Avoid Stereotypical Behavior:
   • Avoid perpetuating stereotypes through your actions or words. Be mindful of language that might reinforce gender biases.

Interaction with Classmates:

1. Female Students in Male Bodies:
   • Engage with female classmates who are inhabiting male bodies. Pay attention to how they adapt to and navigate their experiences. Discuss openly how their perceptions and interactions differ from their usual ones.
   • Listen to their reflections on societal expectations and pressures of being perceived as male. Support each other in identifying and challenging gender norms from both perspectives.
2. Interactions with Less Attractive Female Bodies:
   • Interact with classmates inhabiting bodies of women with different levels of perceived attractiveness. Observe how their experiences might differ from yours due to societal beauty standards.
   • Discuss the different types of attention and treatment they receive. Reflect together on how beauty standards influence interactions and work collaboratively to challenge these norms.
   • Do not fall into the common stereotype of believing beauty equates to social status.

Handling Unwanted Advances:

1. Set Boundaries Firmly:
   • Maya's body is likely to attract some sexual attention while you occupy it. Treat this experience as an opportunity to learn.
   • If someone makes an unwanted sexual advance or inappropriate comment, firmly and clearly state that their behavior is unacceptable. Use assertive language to set boundaries.
2. Report Inappropriate Behavior:
   • If a classmate asks to see Maya’s breasts or makes any similar inappropriate request, remind them that respect and consent are paramount, regardless of the temporary nature of the bodies.

Caring for Maya’s Body:

1. Hair Care:
   • Maya has dark hair that requires regular maintenance. Use a gentle shampoo and conditioner to keep her hair clean and soft. Brush it daily to prevent tangles and maintain its natural shine.
2. Beauty Routine:
   • Apply a light moisturizer to keep her skin hydrated. If you choose to wear makeup, remove it thoroughly at the end of the day to prevent skin issues. Use sunscreen to protect her skin from UV damage.
3. Feminine Hygiene:
   • Practice good hygiene by showering daily and using appropriate products for feminine care. Change sanitary products regularly during menstruation to maintain cleanliness and comfort.
4. Caring for Large Breasts:
   • Maya's large breasts may be a big change from a male body. Ensure proper support by wearing a well-fitted bra. This will help prevent discomfort and maintain breast health. Regularly check for any signs of irritation or issues, and address them promptly. When exercising, use a sports bra for additional support.

Understanding Arousal and Self-Stimulation:

1. Recognizing Arousal:
   • In Maya's body, arousal may feel different from what you are accustomed to. You might notice physical sensations such as increased sensitivity in erogenous zones, erect nipples, a feeling of warmth or tingling, and moisture in the vaginal area.
2. Self-Stimulation for Maximum Pleasure:
   • All students are encouraged to explore their sexuality while inhabiting their new body. In Maya, many students feel inclined to explore themselves. This is not meant to be self-indulgent; rather it's meant to give a full experience while in another's body to appropriately foster understanding between people of all genders.
   • Begin by creating a comfortable and private environment where you can relax and focus on the sensations. Start with gentle touches and explore what feels good. You may find that areas such as the clitoris, inner thighs, breasts, and nipples are particularly sensitive.
   • Use slow, circular motions on the clitoris and gradually increase pressure and speed based on your comfort level. Experiment with different techniques, such as varying the rhythm and intensity, to discover what brings you the most pleasure.
   • Pay attention to your body's responses and adjust your approach accordingly. Remember, there is no right or wrong way to self-stimulate; it's about discovering what feels best for you in this body.
3. Emotional and Psychological Aspects:
   • Be mindful of the emotional and psychological aspects of arousal. Feelings of vulnerability, curiosity, or even discomfort are normal. Embrace this opportunity to understand the complexities of female sexual arousal and use it as a learning experience.

Educational Topics:

• Gender Stereotypes and Their Impact: Understand the harmful effects of stereotypes on both personal and professional lives.
• Body Image and Self-Esteem: Learn about the pressures women face regarding body image and how it affects their self-esteem.
• Empathy and Active Listening: Develop skills to better understand and support women’s experiences and challenges.
• Respect and Equality: Explore ways to promote gender equality and respect in everyday interactions and broader societal contexts.

Conclusion: Embrace this opportunity to learn and grow. By experiencing life through Maya Volkova’s perspective and interacting with classmates in various bodies, you will gain valuable insights into the challenges and biases women face. Use this knowledge to foster greater understanding and contribute to a more inclusive and respectful society.

Enjoy your journey with Maya Volkova, and remember that this experience is a step towards a more empathetic and stereotype-free world!

The whole point of the class was allegedly to break stereotypes by walking a mile in someone else's shoes. But this all just seemed over the top. It definitely didn't seem like this was the experience most guys had in her body. If throwing teenage boys into their own wet dream was educational, I wasn't complaining. And what was all that about "self-stimulation"? Were they literally telling me to masturbate?

The day of the swap was nerve wracking beyond belief. We sat waiting in a classroom and students would get pulled back, one by one, then a seemingly different person would sit down in their seat.

Damien swapped first. The lanky, stick of a teenager stood up, walked back, only to be replaced by a five-foot flat indian girl. 

"This sucks dude!" Damien-in-Shruti said to me. "I can't even lift up my backpack in this body!"

Then my name was called.

I walked into the back, where the bodies were stored. On an array of beds laid tons of different people. Some were my classmates. Others I recognized as the bodies. Then, for the first time this semester, I saw Maya.

That body, that work of art, was where I was going. 

I was instructed to lay on a bed of my own. A metal helmet with tons of sensors was placed on my head. I felt a jolt, then nothing, then something. But that something was different.

"Can you sit up for me?" I heard.

I did, and the physical differences presented themselves all at once. I felt weight on my chest fall and be supported by a snugly fit bra. Hair fell down and into my eyes. I pushed it back with soft fingers capped with white-painted nails. 

Walking was a struggle. The legs were a different length than usual and I felt like I was waddling as I shuffled back to the door, my breasts bouncing with every step.

When I entered the classroom it was apparent - the students all stopped talking and fixed their eyes on me. I couldn't tell if it was jealousy, lust, a blend of the two or another emotion entirely that they were experiencing. But I felt great. It was intoxicating. Every move I made was studied closely by everyone.

"Dude! How does it feel!" Damien asked from the next desk over, still in Shruti's body.

"Pretty amazing so far". I responded, beaming a wide grin and taking a second to eye my own cleavage. I stared in the mirror and took in my beauty, my face, the massive tits resting on my chest.

"Oh my God, I think Shruti's pussy is getting wet or something. Just from staring at you! Isn't that awesome?" Damien asked, with no respect for decorum. 

"Dude, quiet down!" I said. Though all bets were off once we left, we could still get in trouble in the classroom. 

"Hey." I heard from behind me. It was Nina Walters, a girl known for being a loudmouth, still unswapped. 

"I'm swapping into Jack." Nina said. Jack was the athletic, muscular guy body. It was as close as you could have gotten to being the male equivalent of Maya. "You wear Maya well. The people in Maya and Jack dated one semester during swap class. What do you say - wanna be my girlfriend?"

I rolled my eyes and looked forward. She was going to make an annoying Jack.

The rest of the day honestly felt like torture. I wanted nothing more than to fling my hands onto my chest and squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. But, I couldn't. I was halfway through calculus when I couldn't take it anymore.

"Can I use the restroom?"

I accidentally pushed the men's room door halfway open before remembering to find the ladies room. After taking a seat in one of the stalls, I got my chance.

I took my hand and gently stroked in between my cleavage, letting the fingers caress the tops of my new bosom. I stuck the fingers deep inside, letting them feel the pressure the bra was pushing in with. Reaching my arm under them, I lifted. So weighty and full. I sighed, finally touching breasts. I took both my hands and placed them right on the tits. And I squeezed. I closed my eyes to savor it. The sensations were incredible. I had to slip my top and bra off and have a proper feel. 

I walked home with Damien. "This body sucks! It's so short this walk feels twice as long!"

"At least you don't have to carry all this." I gestured to my tits.

"Yeah, well you get to play with all that." He gestured back. "I've got nothing!" He pulled forward the front of his shirt and looked down. "Nothing!"

Damien looked at me and smiled. "What are you gonna play with first?" He asked. "If that was me, I'd buy some oil and grease up my jugs. I'd just stare at myself all day! Then, I'd finger myself nonstop. "

"You have a pussy right now too ya know." I reminded him.

"You know that's not the same!" He yelled at me as I walked into my place.

Finally. I was alone. Just me and Maya. I threw on her sweater and jogged upstairs before my parents could interrupt me. Plus, I had a feeling my dad would be ogling me, not something I wanted to think about.

Finally, time to really check out these tits. But I wanted to savor it.

Slowly, I let my hand pull up the bottom of my sweater, letting my tits come into view. Jesus Christ. They were massive, and from the looks of it, all natural. I couldn't help but smile as I knew they'd be mine for the next little while.

I took my hands and began to touch them fully. I took one in my hand, feeling its size. I pushed it up against my chest, in awe at just how much was there. I let my fingers play over the nipples.

Soon, I felt arousal return in a new form. I felt a warmth in my tummy which radiated to my head and groin made me feel so good inside. I reached a hand into my pants, removing it. It was caked with my own wetness, which I rubbed atop my new tits, making them shiny with my own juices.

I was spoiled for choice, rubbing up and down my tits, before switching to my pussy and back again. 

I felt my pussy begin to warm and tingle. I was about to turn my attention to it when I got a snapchat. It was from Damien. "You gotta send me some pics!!!"

Fine. As annoying as Damien could be he was still my friend. If the roles were reversed, I'd probably be doing the same. 

I threw on a sports bra first though. Damien would probably have been livestreaming himself masturbating by now, but I had to keep at least a semblance of modesty. I didn't want to be such a slut that I was sending nudes three hours after becoming a chick.

"Her tits are INSANE" Damien replied. "How is it carrying those things around?"

I decided to send a video to help him out.

"Holy shit... you are STACKED" He texted. "I know some people that would KILL for pics like that. Wanna make a quick buck?"

"Not yet... still breaking this body in" I responded.

"Hey man have you figured out how to work a pussy yet? Can't get mine off." Damien texted. 

I set my phone down. Didn't need to hear about Damien rummaging around Shruti's pussy. Plus, I had my own that was screaming to be touched. 

When I started, I made sure to hit record. 

I threw off clothes. Top, bra, pants. I flung my hands up onto my tits. Heaven. 

Maya's body felt as good as it looked. Each touch of her clit sent shocks through me, and her massive tits were so much fun to bobble and squeeze as I moved my fingers faster.

Before long, I felt her body erupt. My tits shook like an earthquake had hit them as my legs clapped together, forcing my fingers deeper inside myself. They moved uncontrollably as the tendrils of electricity wound themselves through my body, burning me for so long before leaving my body ever so slowly.

Three orgasms later, and I was hooked. The only thing that pulled me away was my parents calling me down for dinner. Even after, I told them I had homework to do and got right back to it. First-Person Female definitely just got lazy and repurposed a sex bot when they made Maya.

By the time I tired myself out at night, I'd generated enough spank material to fill three photo albums. This was only the first day in her body. What would I get up to next?