Private Training Session

 "Come on, push it, you can do it!" the personal trainer's voice echoed through the gym, encouraging a woman in her mid-thirties as she struggled through a set of deadlifts. She grunted, her muscles flexing with the effort, and the barbell clanked as it met the floor. Sweat glistened on her neck, and her ponytail swished as she took a moment to catch her breath.

From the treadmill, I couldn't help but admire her. She wasn't just any gym-goer; she had a certain je ne sais quoi that drew the eye. Her curves were sculpted in a way that suggested she didn't just work out for the sake of it – she enjoyed pushing her body to the limit.

I decided to take a risk. I approached her. "Impressive form," I said, keeping my voice casual and friendly. "You look like you've been doing this for a while."

Her eyes darted towards me, and she gave a curt nod. "Thanks," she said through gritted teeth, reaching for her water bottle.

I stepped closer, my heart racing. The gym's background noise grew distant as the intensity of the moment took hold. "I'm just getting started," I said with a wink, hoping to break the ice. She took a sip of water and then set the bottle down without acknowledging my flirtation. Her eyes remained focused on the weights, her mind clearly on her workout.

Undeterred, I casually brushed by her, my fingers grazing against her arm as I made my way back to the cardio section. It was a split-second contact, but it was all I needed. I could feel the energy of my shapeshifting powers surging through me. Now that I'd touched her, her form was free for me to use. It was a strange feeling, one that I had grown used to over the years.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she felt the electricity of the touch, and she took a step back. "Do you mind?" she asked, her voice laced with annoyance. I held my hands up in mock surrender, smiling apologetically. "Sorry about that," I said, trying to play it off. But inside, I was elated.

I retreated to the locker room, my heart thumping in my chest. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I found a secluded changing room and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of her skin, the power of her muscles, and the way her scent had lingered on my fingertips.

Starting with my toes, they began to tingle, the sensation spreading rapidly up my legs. My calves grew taut, my thighs thickened, and my feet morphed into hers – complete with the neon pink sneakers she wore. The transformation was as smooth as shifting gears in a well-oiled machine. Next, my waist narrowed and hips widened to match hers. My stomach flattened with a hint of those perfect abs she'd worked so hard to maintain.

My breasts grew larger, inflating under the loose shirt I'd been wearing, and my arms tightened and toned. Each muscle fiber seemed to come alive under my skin, replicating her defined biceps and triceps. My hands took on her longer, slender fingers with their perfectly manicured nails.

As the transformation continued upward, my ribcage expanded to accommodate her fuller chest, my neck lengthened, and my jawline softened into hers. Her eyes looked back at me in the mirror, a piercing blue that seemed to see through my soul. Her nose, slightly upturned at the tip, and her plump, kissable lips settled onto my face, bringing with them a sense of confidence that I hadn't felt in my own body in a long time.

My hair grew out and lightened to a golden blonde, falling in loose waves around my shoulders. The stubble on my cheeks disappeared, replaced by the smooth, warm skin of her cheeks. The feeling was exhilarating, a rush of newness and excitement as I felt her features becoming mine. I could sense the power of her body, the way it responded to every command, the years of discipline etched into every inch of her.

I opened my eyes, and the, framed by her high cheekbones and long lashes. The smell of sweat and metal was now infused with a hint of her floral shampoo. I couldn't resist running my hands over my new curves, feeling the firmness of her abs and the softness of her breasts. I had never felt so alive, so in control, and so utterly feminine.

Peeling off the sweaty t-shirt and shorts I'd been wearing, I reveled in the unfamiliar feeling of my new, feminine form. The fabric slithered to the floor, exposing my new body to the cool air of the locker room. Her smooth skin was a stark contrast to the stubbly chest and legs I was accustomed to. My body was now a canvas of curves and contours.

I flexed her muscles, marveling at their strength and definition. The sensation was reminiscent of the time I'd inhabited the body of a high school track star, her youthful vigor surging through me. But the fullness of her breasts and the flare of her hips spoke to a different kind of beauty, one that had matured with age and experience. It was a body that had borne the weight of life's responsibilities, yet remained fiercely dedicated to self-care and personal power.

Her form was a stark contrast to the voluptuousness of a young curvy woman I'd once been, whose softness had been intoxicating in its own way. With her, the world had been a playground, and every step had been a delicate dance of roundness and grace. But here, in this milf's body, the curves were a declaration of hard-earned victory over gravity and time. Her flesh was soft, yet firm, a denial of the changes brought by age.

In the locker room mirror, I caught my reflection. The vibrator and dildo, tucked in the side pocket of my gym bag, glinted in the fluorescent light. They were my tools of the trade, my secret weapons for exploration when I chose to inhabit a female form. The idea of using them now sent a thrill through me, a delicious anticipation of the pleasure I knew was to come. My pussy clenched with excitement at the thought and I felt a heat spread from my core to my cheeks.

Gently, I spread my legs and lowered my eyes to my newfound sex. The sight of her trimmed pubic hair and swollen folds took me aback for a moment. The aroma of her arousal filled the space between my legs, and I could feel the wetness of her desire. As a shapeshifter, I'd experienced the euphoria of a woman's orgasm countless times, but each new body brought its own unique flavor of ecstasy. I reached down to stroke my clit, the plushness of my fingers against her skin sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

My fingertips explored her pussy, tracing the contours of her labia, the softness and responsiveness unlike anything I'd felt in any woman's body, let alone a man's body. The sensation was overwhelming, like diving into a warm, velvet ocean. I'd forgotten how exquisite the sensitivity of a woman's sex could be, how the lightest touch could stir the deepest desires. Hers seemed stronger than any other pussy I'd felt, and I closed my eyes, smiling and biting my lip in anticipation of what laid ahead.

Her clit was a tiny pearl nestled in the hood, begging to be caressed. I rubbed it in a gentle, circular motion, feeling it swell beneath my touch. It was like playing an instrument, coaxing out the most beautiful melody. I applied just the right amount of pressure, and she gasped, her legs quivering. Her body was already so responsive, and I hadn't even inserted anything yet.

With one hand on the mirror, I leaned in closer to her reflection, studying her reactions. Her breath grew shallower, her eyes glazed over, and her mouth parted slightly. I inserted one, then two fingers into her wetness, and she moaned softly. Her walls clamped down around my digits, and I felt the beginnings of her inner muscles spasming.

Her juices coated my hand, and the scent of her arousal grew stronger, urging me on. With my other hand, I pulled out the vibrator from my gym bag. It was sleek and black, a silent promise of ecstasy. I switched it on, the low hum barely audible amidst the locker room sounds. The vibration resonated up my arm, a preview of the pleasure to come.

Guiding the buzzing tip to her clit, I watched as she gasped in the mirror, her body reacting to the intense vibration. My legs spread wider, and I leaned back against the lockers for support. I began to move the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles, feeling my body tense and release with each pass. My breaths grew ragged, and my cheeks flushed. I knew she was close.

With the vibrator in one hand, I reached down with the other, inserting the dildo into my eager pussy. It was a tight fit at first, her muscles clenching around the silicone intrusion. But as I eased it in, her body began to accept it, welcoming the fullness it provided. The cool plastic was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my core. I set a rhythm, my hips rocking back and forth as I penetrated deeper, filling her up. I looked in the mirror, the sight of a woman with her tits laying on her chest and two toys inside her pussy, deep in heat was almost too much to handle.

I angled the dildo, prodding around for my G-spot. Then, with a sudden jolt, I found it. The spot was swollen, begging for attention. I gasped as I hit it, the vibrations of the toy resonating through her body. Her eyes rolled back, and a moan that was half-whisper, half-scream escaped her lips. I'd found the holy grail of pleasure, the spot that could make her body quiver when I applied just the right amount of pressure.

The sensation between my legs grew more intense with each stroke of the vibrator and thrust of the dildo. Her body was like a fine-tuned instrument, and I was playing it masterfully. The locker room faded away, replaced by a swirling vortex of pleasure. Her hips began to move on their own accord, rocking in time with the rhythm I'd set.

I felt the pleasure rush to my head. I was getting so, so close. Her body was like a volcano, simmering and building, ready to erupt at any moment. The vibrator's steady pulse against her clit combined with the deep penetration of the dildo created an symphony of sensations that was driving her wild.

A crescendo of sensation that I had never experienced before was building inside me. I The intensity grew, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. And then, with a cry that echoed off the locker room walls, I erupted. White hot sparks of pleasure blinding my vision, I threw my head back, the vibrator still buzzing against her clit. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, and I felt the warmth of her orgasm flood through me. Her muscles tightened and released in waves, each pulse sending new ripples of ecstasy through my body.

As the climax subsided, I panted, leaning against the lockers for support. My legs were like jelly, and my heart thundered in my chest. The locker room had never felt so alive with energy. The woman whose body I occupied had had intense orgasms before, of that I was certain, but never like this. It was as if she'd been holding back, and now, under my control, she was letting go of all her inhibitions. I'd never had an orgasm so intense.

With shaking hands, I pulled out the toys, her juices dripping from them, and turned them off. My hand stung from the vibration, a small price to pay for the pleasure I'd just experienced. I took a deep breath and focused on my task. The gym was emptying out, and I knew I had to get out of here before anyone found me in this state.

As quickly as I could, I shifted back to my male form, the feeling of her body slipping away like a warm blanket being torn off me. My cock sprang back to life, hard and aching from the residual pleasure. I grabbed my gym bag, stuffing the toys inside with trembling hands. The scent of her arousal lingered on my skin, a sweet, musky scent that made my head spin.

FPF: Ripping Away

“Hey, dweeb! Get over here.”

Davis shot me a look of pure irritation, rolling his eyes. He tried to act like he was done with me, like he didn’t care, but I could tell I still got under his skin. We’d known each other forever, and now he thought he was some kind of big shot just because he’d switched out his old body for a new one. He strutted into school this year as Skylar, with that perfect blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a body that turned heads—way more attention than Davis had ever gotten as his former pudgy, awkward self. I’ll admit, even I’d been caught off guard.

“No, I’m not going out with you. For the hundredth time,” he snapped back.

I grinned, stepping closer, watching him stiffen. “Nah, Davis. This time, I’ve got something else in mind.” I paused, letting him see that I meant business. “We’re heading to your place. I wanna see how that new body of yours works.”

"I know your little secret." I said. "And if you don't, your parents are gonna find out they dropped a fat stack on a doll for their little liar son."

“If you don’t take me over there now, everyone’s getting a front-row seat to that little story,” I said, savoring the way he went silent, that flash of fear in his eyes. He muttered something under his breath, but I’d won. He started walking, leading me toward his house, his shoulders tense.

I followed, thinking back to when this all started. More and more trans people had been using these first-person dolls, new bodies they could load their minds into. It was an alternative to going through long surgeries and drawn-out treatments, and it made sense. You could wake up as someone totally different, someone who looked exactly the way you wanted to. But Davis? He went straight for the “Skylar” model—a real stunner. While most people kept things low-key, he’d jumped at the chance to stand out. The salesperson had apparently warned him he’d attract unwanted attention, but maybe he thought he was above it.

I asked him as we walked, "So, tell me, Davis, how did you convince your bleeding-heart parents to cough up the cash for this fancy new body?"

He mumbled something, avoiding eye contact. "I just told them I felt like a girl," he said, his voice barely audible.

"A girl, huh?" I smirked. "And here I thought you just wanted to feel up some tits."

He sighed, looking defeated. "They're so into that whole identity thing," he finally admitted. "They just want me to be happy, you know?"

"And you thought being a hot chick was the answer?" I teased.

Davis glared at me. "I just wanted a chance to maybe get some respect around here."

I stepped closer, invading his personal space. "I get that you're desperate, Davis. Desperate to be liked. Desperate to be wanted. And now, you've got all of this," I said, waving my hand up and down his body. "But you're still just a scared little boy in a pretty package."

Davis swallowed hard, his eyes flicking from mine to the phone I held in my other hand. What Davis didn't know is that I was recording everything, and now I had the power to ruin it for him. "Look," he began, his voice cracking, "it's not like I didn't try to be happy as myself, okay? But nobody ever saw me, nobody cared. And when I heard about these dolls...I thought maybe it was a fast track to being popular."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, you finally admit it?" I said, pressing record on my phone where Davis couldn't see.

Davis took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing. "Ok. I admit it. I'm not trans, I just...wanted to see what it was like, to be someone else." He looked at me, his eyes pleading. "You can't tell anyone. Especially my parents. They'll ground me forever for lying. And do you know how much one of these things costs?"

We got to his house, and I nudged him through the door, smirking as I followed him up to his room. So this was it. Davis might think he’d reinvented himself, but I wasn’t going to let him forget that no matter how much he'd changed, I was still in charge.

I smirked, feeling the power surge through me. "Don't worry, Davis. I'm not going to tell anyone. Yet." I tapped my phone, the recording of our conversation playing back. His words, filled with desperation and vulnerability, echoed between us. "But now, you're going to do exactly what I say."

Davis's eyes widened, realizing he'd just dug his own grave. "What do you want?" he whispered, the fight draining from his voice.

“Show me how that new ride works. I wanna know how you control it.”

He sighed, looking defeated. “I… wear a helmet. It loads my mind into this body.”

I grinned wider, crossing my arms, taking in every ounce of discomfort on his face. “Cool. And where’s the helmet?”

Today wasn’t just about showing Davis who was boss. It was about making sure he’d never forget that, no matter what he looked like now, he was still under my thumb.

I walked upstairs. There, I saw Davis's disgusting body laying with some kind of tin can on its head. "So, that's where you keep your original meat suit," I said, eyeing the contraption with the same kind of curiosity.

"Don't touch that." Davis said as I walked up to his body, laying dormant with the helmet on. 

"This is what sends your mind into her, right?" I said, examining the helmet closely.

"Yes, it forwards my consciousness." Davis replied, a scowl on Skylar's face.

"Ok, so what happens if I do this?" I laughed, grabbing the helmet.

"No, don't! You could cause perman..." Davis in Skylar was cut off as I yanked the helmet forcibly off Davis's reclining body.

"...ent damage!" Davis's body finished. Skylar's body fell to the ground in a heap.

I couldn't resist the temptation. "Looks like you're out of luck," I said, holding the helmet over my head. "But hey, I've always wondered what it'd be like to be a hot girl."

Davis's eyes went wide with horror. "You can't!"

But it was too late. I slammed the helmet onto my head, feeling the cold metal press down, and the world around me started to blur. There was a moment of nauseating disorientation, like my mind was being yanked out of one body and thrown into another. When everything settled, I looked down and gasped, my voice a light and airy feminine sound. I saw Skylar's tits, bouncing inside her top. Yanking it up, her tits bobbed out. 

"Holy shit," I whispered, feeling my new body, grabbing and kneading the tits with my manicured, ring clad hands. The sensation was...strange. It was like I was in a dream, except everything was so real. The tight abs beneath me trailed down to wide hips. I sat up and looked at Davis's face—his old face, the one he'd abandoned—twitching and slack-jawed.

I took a deep breath and let out a laugh. "Wow, this is...amazing," I said, my voice high and sweet—Skylar's voice. I played with the sound of it, letting it roll off my tongue. "Hey, Davis, check it out." I squealed, the pitch sending a shiver down my spine. I slipped the sweatpants he'd been wearing in skylar off, leaving her only in the black knee length yoga pants that were beneath.

"Why would I do that?" I said, my voice now a mocking imitation of Skylar's. "This is too much fun. I've got a body that every guy in school wants, and now I get to play with it." I turned to the mirror and took a good look, admiring the way my new breasts filled out the shirt, then lifting it to enjoy them hanging free. "You know what?, I'll be keeping this for myself."

"Carry my body downstairs." I order Davis.

He glares at me, his former body's weakness evident as he struggles to stand up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he spits.

"What does it look like?" I smirk, gesturing to my new body. "I'm taking Skylar for a spin. And you're going to help me."

With a grumble, Davis grabs my arms and drags limp body and downstairs. I can't help but chuckle at his pathetic attempts to resist, his weak arms shaking under my weight. We reach the living room, and I watch with amusement. "Put it in the passenger seat of your mustang, or else I'll tell everyone you're a fraud." I say, stroking my new curves.

Davis's eyes flare with rage, but he does as told, grunting as he maneuvers my lifeless form into his cherished car. The door slams shut, and I can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction as I sit in the driver's seat. The leather feels cool against my new, smooth skin, and I run my hands over the dashboard, feeling the power at my fingertips. I yank up my new top and snap a selfie, loving my new body, lusting after it.

I cruise back to my place, enjoying the new car and body, drawing looks from tons of passerby. Once home, I head straight to the bathroom, eager to explore what this new form can do. I lock the door, eager to be alone with my thoughts, my eyes scanning the space. This body, curvy and toned with muscle, is all mine. The same one I'd lusted after so long was under my complete and total control. This was my chance to get everything I'd wanted.

I lay back on the bed, feeling the softness of the comforter against my skin. This body stretched out below me was magnificent.

Davis had been parading this body around the school for the last month or two, enjoying the attention it brought and leveraging its overflowing sex appeal to get the popularity he'd so desired. Even then, he was nothing but a little dork on the inside. He couldn't get away with something like this. I had to put him in his place. And now, I've taken what he'd been holding over everyone's head and had it sprawled out below me. Time for some fun.

I slid a hand down my stomach, the sensation of touch so new and exhilarating. I let my hands play over the soft span of my crotch, the soft, moist lips parting as I teased the sensitive folds beneath. I shuddered as the new pussy between my legs grew wet. I wondered how many times Davis had done this at home, teasing this body until it thrummed with tension.

I spread my legs and tentatively touched my fingertips to my clit, feeling it swell under the gentle pressure. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, a sensation that sent electric currents through my body. I circled it slowly, feeling the heat build up, my breath quickening. As I grew bolder, I slid one finger inside, feeling the slickness, the tightness. It was like my own personal playground, and I was eager to explore every inch. I pushed in deeper, feeling the walls contract around my digit, and a moan slipped out of my lips. It was a sound I'd heard from countless girls before, but now it was me making it, and it was intoxicating.

I decided to try something devious. I stood up, still nude, breasts bouncing beneath me. I got down to Davis's car, where I'd left my body. I saw it there, lifeless with the steel helmet coming down and covering my eyes. Not knowing how to exit this form another way, I grabbed the helmet and yanked up. Immediately, I felt static. A thunderclap of a headache rushed through my head, my consciousness ripping away from this body. Then, quiet. I was back in my own form. I saw Skylar's body fall backwards, helmet in its slender hands, skull clapping against the concrete. Wasn't a real body anyway, nor was it mine. Who cared.

I carried the doll upstairs. Laying it on the bed, I saw the stunning face, the bouncing breasts and wide hips I'd been sporting since stealing them from Davis. The same ones he'd been showing off every day in school in low cut tops. I came behind it, reached out, grabbing them, kneading them in my male hands. Even though this was some kind of "doll" it felt exactly like real flesh. I tugged at the nipples, smashed them together, turned all my dreams into a reality. 

Now, my male body was horny as ever. I crawled below Skylar's body, examining the wonderful pussy that had sent shocks through me just a few minutes ago. I rubbed it up and down, slightly disappointed that the delightful sensations weren't being sent to my male brain. From this perspective, I had a direct view. I could see the pinkness of the flesh, the glisten of juices that had leaked out, smell the sweet musk that filled the air. It was a tempting sight, one that made my cock throb.

I leaned in, rubbing up and down on the folds of her pussy. Licking my fingers, the taste was sweet and faintly salty. The doll's body jolted, and I knew I had to keep going. I worked my fingers, curling them to press up against her walls, flicking her clit with my thumb. It began to ooze fluids, and the smell became more intoxicating as Skylar's body responded to my touch. I knew the body's hormones were raging, which gave me an even better idea.

I paused for a moment, then whispered into the doll's ear, "You want it, don't you?" I took it as a yes. With a smirk, I grabbed the helmet and placed it back on my head, feeling the cold metal again, and the world shifted back to Skylar's body. The sensations flooded back in an instant—holy shit, I was horny. I reached down and touched my pussy, feeling the wetness, feeling myself. The power was incredible. I slid my hand back up my body, grabbing my tits, feeling the weight of them in my palms, feeling the nipples harden inside my grip.

I continued to work my breasts with one hand, rolling and tugging at my nipples. My other hand slunk down to my pussy. The instant I touched my clit, my eyes rolled back and my hips bucked as I involuntarily gasped with pleasure. The sensations grew stronger, my body responding to my touch like it had been waiting for this moment all along. The tension grew, a coil tightening in my belly, and I knew what was coming. It had been a while since I'd had a chance to indulge in something like this, and I was eager to see what this new body could do. I pumped my finger faster, the pleasure rising, and as I pinched my nipples harder, I felt it crest. The orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, crashing through every part of Skylar's body, leaving me panting and trembling. The feeling was so intense, so different from what I was used to, that it took my breath away.

"Oh, Davis," I murmured, feeling the aftershocks ripple through me. "This body is going to be so much fun." I whispered, smiling to myself. The idea of taking something so precious from him was exhilarating, and I reveled in the power it gave me.

Curiosity piqued, I decided to push the boundaries. I'd heard that girl's bodies could do some crazy things—like have more than one orgasm. It was time to test that theory. I slid my fingers down again, tracing the wetness that had gathered. My body warmed, not like my male form which was spent after one. No, I was like a furnace that had just been stoked. I rubbed my clit in a firm circle, the feeling growing stronger and more intense yet again.

The first orgasm had been like a spark, but this...this was going to be a full-blown wildfire. My hips bucked against my hand, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The pleasure was all-consuming, like nothing I'd ever felt before. I could feel the tension coil tighter and tighter, my body begging for release. And when it came, it was like lightning had struck me—a second orgasm that had me crying out, arching off the bed. The room spun around me as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, leaving me trembling and weak.

As the aftershocks of the second orgasm subsided, I lay there, panting, feeling the sticky wetness between my legs. My hand was still cupped around my pussy, my fingers playing lazily with my swollen clit. The feeling was unreal, like I was in some kind of erotic dream. But it was all too real. This pussy, these tits, this body... was all mine.

My female body was a mess of hair, tits and steaminess. But, my male body still needed to finish. Chuckling to myself, I flipped onto my chest, spreading my legs open and arching my back. I faced my body and yanked the helmet off.

The pain and static came back once again, but they quickly vanished and were replaced by pure lust. Skylar's body was laying in front of me, ass up.

I stood there for a second, admiring the perfect roundness of her butt, the way her cheeks separated to reveal the tight, pink star of her asshole and the folds of her pussy below. The sight of it made my cock throb, and I knew I had to have it.

I took a step forward, the sound of my bare feet on the floor seemingly loud in the quiet room. Skylar's body looked so vulnerable, so inviting. My hand slid between her legs, my fingers finding her wet pussy. I slid a finger inside, feeling the tightness grip around it. The doll body jerked slightly, a ghost of a moan escaping her lips. I smirked.

I aligned my dick with her pussy, and after a beat, I thrust inside. It was slick and warm, and she was so tight. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt, like I was being swallowed whole. I couldn't hold back, pumping into her with all the aggression and frustration I'd been carrying. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine, making me grit my teeth.

Her body jolted with every thrust, her tits bouncing with each impact. It was a sight I never thought I'd see, and I couldn't help but feel like I'd won some kind of twisted jackpot. But as I fucked the doll, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was also fucking Davis. It was his body I was using, his secret I'd stolen. And that made it all the more thrilling.

The sensation grew stronger, my balls tightening with the promise of release. I reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to me, slamming into her with a ferocity that was both surprising and exhilarating. Her body was mine to use, and I was going to enjoy every second of it. I could feel the heat building in my core, the pressure mounting until it was all I could think about.

I leaned down, my breath hot against the back of her neck. "You like that, don't you, Davis?" I whispered, my voice thick with lust. "You like being used like a cheap whore."

With a grunt, I emptied myself into the doll, feeling the warmth of my cum fill her up. I pulled out, panting, and watched as it began to seep out of her, staining the bed beneath. It was a moment of pure dominance, a visual representation of how completely I'd taken over.

But I wasn't done. I hadn't had nearly enough of this newfound power. With a grin, I grabbed the helmet again, feeling the thrill of the impending shift. The cold metal was like a promise of more pleasure, more control. I slammed it down onto my head, and the world went black.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in Skylar's body, but something was... different. The room was spinning, and my senses were on overload. I could feel the sticky mess between my legs, the aftermath of my own climax in this new form. It was weird, being in a body that had just been used like that. But it also made me feel... horny. This body had just been on the receiving end of some crazy sex.

My new pussy was throbbing, full of cum. My male body had gotten off, but this female body hadn't. I felt... incomplete. Like something was missing. So, I decided to take care of myself. I slid two fingers inside of me, feeling the thick warmth of my own load. It was weird, but also incredibly hot. I began to pump in and out, moaning, feeling my pussy pulse with each and every stroke.

I could feel the heat building again, my clit begging for attention. So, I reached down with my other hand and began to rub it in tight circles. The sensations were overwhelming, my body responding to my touch so easily. Masturbating as a chick was something else entirely. It was like I had a whole new set of nerve endings, each one eager to be explored.

My breath grew ragged as I worked my clit, feeling the waves of pleasure build once more. This time, I didn't hold back. I let myself go, my hips moving in time with the rhythm of my hand. The feeling grew stronger, my body tightening like a bowstring being drawn back. And when the release came, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My entire body tensed up, a scream tearing from my throat as I came for the third time. The orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me trembling and gasping for air.

When I finally came down from the high, I lay there, panting, my heart racing. The room was spinning, my thoughts a blur. But one thing was clear: I'd never felt so alive. I'd never felt so powerful. I'd taken something that belonged to someone else—something so precious to them—and made it my own.

----------------------------------------the next day------------------------------------------------------

I woke up early, eager to face the world as Skylar. I drove to Davis's house, walking in. "Davis? Where were you honey?" His mom asked. 

"I was busy. Don't worry about it, slut." I laughed, walking upstairs.

"Don't use that language with me young man!" She yelled. I just laughed to myself, slamming the door of his bedroom closed. Davis was nowhere to be found.

I picked out the sluttiest outfit from Davis's closet—a skintight black top that barely covered my new tits and tight pants to show the contour of my new ass. My face already looked perfect with no makeup needed. One of the features of the doll, I thought to myself.

As I strutted into school in this slutty body, both guys and girls stared and gawked at me. I made sure to bounce my new tits with every step, their jaws dropping. I just laughed to myself. Maybe Davis was right. This body was a fast track to power, popularity and attention. At least I was upfront about why I wanted it.

Walking into the bathroom, I looked into the mirror, grinning at my reflection. The thought of using Skylar's body in such a way was thrilling, and I couldn't help but whip out my new tits, watching them bounce with a smirk. The sensation was bizarre, but I liked the power play. The cool air of the bathroom made my nipples tighten into little pebbles, and I couldn't resist giving them a quick tweak, enjoying the shiver that ran down my spine.

I plopped down in my seat in Mr. Reynolds Physics class. A class I'd initially shared with Davis, who, inexplicably, was nowhere to be found.

"Ahem, um, Davis, do you think that attire is school appropriate?" Mr. Reynolds asked.

I giggled, playing coyly. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Reynolds," I said in my new sultry voice, leaning forward so that my tits were practically spilling out of the top. "I forgot my school clothes at home."

Mr. Reynolds's gaze dropped to my chest, and I watched his eyes widen before he coughed and averted his gaze. "Well, please remember to dress appropriately next time, Miss... uh... Davis."

The rest of the class snickered, and I felt a thrill of power at the way my new body was affecting everyone around me. It was clear that I could use this to my advantage, and the idea of fucking a teacher to boost my grades had never been more appealing. After class, I made a point to saunter over to Mr. Reynolds's desk, my hips swaying in a way that was definitely not school-appropriate. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Reynolds," I purred, leaning over so that my breasts threatened to spill out of my top. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

He looked up at me, his eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and disbelief. I could see the internal battle playing out on his face as he tried to maintain his professionalism. "Miss...uh, Davis, I think you'd better just focus on your studies. Your grade isn't one of the best in the class."

I leaned closer, my breasts pressing against the edge of his desk. "But Mr. Reynolds, I'm really worried about my grade. Is there... something extra I can do?"

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Well, if you're truly committed to improving, perhaps some... after-school tutoring could help."

"Tutoring?" I repeated, a knowing smile playing on my lips. "I'd be happy to stay after, Mr. Reynolds. Anything for a better grade."

The bell rang, and the room cleared out, leaving us alone. Mr. Reynolds shifted in his chair, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden turn of events. I sauntered closer, my heart racing with excitement. I grabbed him by his necktie, pulling him into the closet.

"What are you doing?" He gasped, his eyes wide with shock. But his protests were feeble, and his body language betrayed his excitement. I lifted my top, his eyes going wide. I could see any fight he had in his body vanish in that moment, his willpower shattering under the pressure this body exuded.

With a grin, I pushed him against the wall, my new body pressing against his. I could feel his erection growing as I ground against him. "I'm giving you a chance to see what you've been missing out on," I whispered, my breath hot in his ear. I slid my hand down to his crotch and gave his cock a firm squeeze.

He groaned, his hands reaching up to grip my hips as I hopped onto the desk, spreading my legs. I grabbed his belt, pulling it open, his eyes glazed over with desire as I pulled down his pants, his cock springing free. It was a decent size, and I licked my lips in anticipation. "Let's see if you can handle this," I said, sliding down onto him, feeling his cock fill me up.

He stumbled back into the chair, a gasp escaping his lips as I began to ride him. The friction was intense, my pussy tightening around him as I moved my hips. His hands found their way to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples as I moaned and ground down harder. It was a strange feeling, being fucked by a man in a doll's body, but the power I had over him was intoxicating.

I leaned back, arching my spine, watching his face contort with pleasure. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent scream. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, and I knew he was close to cumming. "Fuck me, Mr. Reynolds," I moaned, bouncing harder. "Show me what you're made of."

With a final grunt, he came, his hot seed filling me up. I felt a twinge of satisfaction, knowing that I'd gotten what I wanted—his power, his submission. As he slumped back in the chair, panting, I slid off of him and pulled my top back down, smoothing my skirt. "Thank you, Mr. Reynolds," I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes. "I'm sure my grades will improve dramatically with your... personal attention. By the way, why don't you give Kevin Stewart's grades a bump too."

"Kevin? That bully? I thought you and all the other kids hated him?" He chortled.

"I've had a bit of a change of heart. Can't you tell I'm acting a bit different today?" I said, laughing, cleaning myself up, and heading back to my place.

I played with my tits on the whole car ride home. Just having them was lovely, even without the power I knew they held over men. I'd just gotten a small taste of that power and I was curious to see what I could get up to next.

Heading back into my place, I walked upstairs. "I wonder how the old meatbag is doing." Referring to my old body. But when I walked into the room, I was shocked at what I saw.

Davis!

He was fiddling with the helmet with some type of screwdriver,

"Get away from my fucking body!" I roared, storming into the room.

Davis's eyes snapped up, seeing me. "You like that body so much? Well, here's a little gift from me to you." He reached down, grabbing the helmet that was on my body, that was allowing my consciousness to pilot this avatar slut's body.

With a heave, he yanked it off. I felt the headache return, and I prepared to snap back to my own body. But an instant later, the headache had gone away. And I was still in Skylar.

Panic set in. "What did you do?" I screamed.

I stared at him, horror etched on my face. "What did you do?" I choked out.

Davis leaned back, a smug grin spreading across his face. "I just made sure that the body you're so eager to use is yours for good. You can't go back now, buddy. You're Skylar. Hope you had some fun ruining that body. Now, you've got that body for good and can live with the consequences of your decisions."

I wasn't gonna stand for this. "I'm gonna kick your ass, Davis." I walked over to him, ready to throw him into a headlock. But he easily grabbed my arms and pushed them down.

"Not gonna work in that smaller bod." He said, his large, obese form much more imposing than my lean one.

Davis walked me downstairs, and pushed me out the front door. "Now have a nice life."