Taking Mila for a Spin

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Terry's New Body

I reached up for my girlfriend Tara's massive tits bobbing above me. They were so huge, so firm and bouncy. I love the way she rode my dick, that she did it any chance she got. I loved seeing her moan, gripping her tits in her own hands, shuddering and shaking with orgasm after orgasm while smiling into my eyes.

It almost made me forget that she was, in fact, my dad's gay boss Terry.

Terry took an interest in me from a creepily young age. He was always asking my dad how my hockey games went, if I had a girlfriend. My dad actually used to call him "creepy Terry" jokingly during family discussions. Yeah, Terry was an odd guy.

Once I turned 18 and started at the local college, I thought (and hoped) I'd seen the last of Terry. So that's why I was unnerved when he showed up on campus and confessed his feelings for me. 

He said he was madly in love with me, that he'd had feelings for me all these years. He wanted to be with me, and that he'd give anything to make me his. It got weirder, that he envied all the girlfriends I'd had through the years and had imagined himself in their place.

Yeah, fuck that. 

I was a college hockey player, liked chicks, and definitely wasn't gay. Not my thing. So I told him he was a fucking creep and to fuck off. 

So, for the second time, I thought I'd seen the last of him. But then, shit got ten times weirder.

I got a text from Terry's number. 

I soon realized that it was all real. Terry had bought a FirstPersonFemale doll, a female version of himself. He'd bought the "upgrades": two big ones to be specific. I had to admit his new body was stunning.

I hadn't heard of them, but these dolls are basically mechanical robots with human flesh which you can transfer your brain into by wearing a helmet. At least that's what ChatGPT said. It also said these things cost a fucking arm and a leg, so Terry must be serious.

Terry wore the body well. He seduced me, and soon Terry's massive jugs were rubbing up and down my cock. It was weird because the body's face looked exactly like Terry, only if he was a hot chick. I found that just staring at the jugs helped.

So that's how Terry became Tara, my girlfriend. He moved to her body full time and only left her body to eat, drink and pee, basically only the bare minimum to keep his brain alive.

Terry seemed to be loving it inside his new female form. I'd seen him out at bars, grinding on guys, probably sleeping around. I didn't care as long as she came home to fuck me. She said I "popped her cherry", the one who showed her how fun womanhood could be. 

He wanted me to try the body. Take it for a spin. He kept saying how good the orgasms felt, that it was ten times better than being a guy. It sure looked like it when I fucked Terry and made his new cunt quiver around my dick four or five times per night. But that was weird, right? I couldn't try out a chick body without losing some of my masculinity.

That was a problem for the future. Right now, all I cared about was fucking the sexy woman whose tits were shaking right in front of me, my dick loving it but my mind screaming that this was my creepy former stalker. To be honest, with a squirming woman ready and willing anytime, I was willing to forget all that.

Returning the Favor

"I can't wait to meet your girlfriend!" My mom said, her voice crackling slightly as it came over the phone in my hand.

"She must really be something if you won't even let us see pictures of her." My dad said, letting his skepticism and disapproval show.

"Ok, well I'll see you guys at the reunion." I said nervously, ending the call.

"Jonas better pull through." I said, sweating.

Ten minutes later, I heard a car pull into the driveway. Jonas. He was a chubby guy in his forties with a beer gut. He'd been my friend for a long, long time, but I could see how some people found him repulsive.

"Bro, help me with this!" He said, pulling a human sized box out of the back of the car.

I took one end and backed it inside. I set it down on the floor right in the entranceway.

"Which one did you pick up?" I asked him, cutting off the packing tape.

"She's awesome. Just my type." He added smirking. "I'm so excited to fuck you in her later."

"Jeez man, don't make it sound weird like that." I pulled the flaps of the cardboard apart. "I'm more worried about what my parents will think about my "girlfriend"".

I opened the box and took a good look at her.

"Jonas." I turned to stare at him. "What the fuck is wrong with her face."

"Bro, look at the titties though." He responded, gesturing to the doll's impressive chest.

"My parents are going to think I'm dating a prostitute." I said, burying my face in my hands. "I'm fucking ruined."

"Just think about how much fun it'll be to grab them when we're having sex after this!" He said.

"That's not the number one thing on my mind right now." I said through gritted teeth. "When you said you could rent a First Person Female doll and pretend to be my girlfriend I was skeptical. When you added the condition that I'd have to wear her and let you fuck me after, I had a feeling some bullshit was brewing. Now I'm learning your fantasy is to fuck Sid from Ice Age with massive tits."

"Don't worry bro, I'll be such a good girlfriend at the family reunion." Jonas added. "Plus, your parents will be so happy you've actually got a girlfriend they'll let anything slide."

I rested my head in my hands. "Just... get her ready. We've got an hour."

I went upstairs to get dressed. I've been single my whole life, and I just turned 40. For my parents 50th anniversary, they wanted a family reunion. They asked me if I was taking anyone special, and I just couldn't bear telling them no for a hundredth time.

So, I lied. I told them I had a girlfriend. Predictably, they got super excited and interested right away. I realized I was in over my head when they started asking details. What does she do for work, where's she from, can they see a photo. I told them it was a surprise for the reunion, which they didn't really buy but at least gave me some time.

I finished putting on my suit and coming my hair over to one side. I went downstairs to check on Jonas. I heard a female voice coming from the guest room. Good, Jonas was in.

"Hey man, you ready?" I said, opening the door. He wasn't. He was using the body to finger himself and feel up its massive tits.

"What the fuck Jonas!" I yelled. "We're supposed to BE there in 30 minutes!"

"Hold on man, I can really feel the orgasm coming." He said between ragged breaths.

I walked over and yanked his thin arm out of his pants. 

"Get dressed. Now. Or no sex afterwards."

That seemed to get to him. I stood and watched him get his doll body ready.

"Just wait til you feel her clit from the inside. You'll be addicted." Jonas said as he slipped into the dress.

"How do I look?" Jonas said.

"I'm so screwed."

We pulled into the hotel where the reunion was 15 minutes late. We walked into the ballroom where people were milling about and eating some appetizers and having drinks.

"Simon! How are ya boy?" I heard my dad say. "Where's your girl?"

I gulped. "This is her right here..." I said, gesturing towards Jonas.

"Hi, I'm Bruce, Simon's old man. Looks like you're real after all! What's your name?"

"Uhh..." Jonas stuttered. Shit. We never came up with a fake name for this body. "Jone... Jonie!" Jonah said. My face turned red as a beet.

"Nice to meet you, Jonie." My dad said without missing a beat. "Here, let me introduce you to everyone."

He paraded us around and introduced "Jonie" to everyone. Things smoothed out a bit, as Jonas ironed out the details of his backstory with each passing relative he spoke to. He ended up talking to my cousin Martin for awhile, who was staring straight at Jonas's huge jugs, hopefully distracting from his bad acting. Even with his awkwardness, it would be hard to call our bluff here. To everyone else, a living breathing woman with real tits was talking in a female voice to them, with no evidence that a weird chubby guy was in the drivers seat.

 Finally, we sat down for some speeches from our relatives. I was seated next to Jonas and some aunts and uncles. 

"First, let's go through the family slideshow." My dad said. 

Jonas had his phone out and was tapping away. "I'm gonna run to the "ladies" room". Jonas said, standing up.

I watched the slideshow all the way through. It was funny seeing old pictures of everyone. My dad then started telling some stories, then announced the dinner service was getting started.

"Your girlfriend has been gone for awhile, why don't you check on her? My great aunt Sheila said to me. It was true, Jonas had been gone since the start of the slideshow. I got up and started walking toward the bathrooms. 

I was about to crack the door of the ladies room and shout for Jonas when I heard some noises coming from the men's locker room. I cocked my head to the side and listened more closely. A woman was moaning intermittently. 

Opening the door, things only got louder. Yeah, someone was definitely having sex. I kept walking towards the back area near the saunas, and peeked my head around the corner.

Jonas was fucking Martin.

Jonas was throwing his head back, bouncing in pleasure while Martin reached around and grabbed his tits. He was loving it, grinding his pussy up and down on the cock.

I swelled with anger. I took a breath to yell, but I didn't. I needed to take control of the situation before Jonas did something else that was stupid. But how?

It was so easy.

I got in my car and drove home. I texted my dad the dinner service had made me sick, while weaving through cars. I got back to my house in only ten minutes.

Going inside, Jonas's body was laying on the couch with that metal helmet on. I reached over and yanked it off.

After a second, his body woke up. "Dude? Hey! give the helmet! I was... in the middle of something."

I'd already put it on my head. "Begin transmission."

The world shifted in an instant and I felt the strongest pleasure rushing through me.

Looking down, I saw two massive tits shaking on my chest. Below that, a dick was pumping in and out of me. 

And it felt SO. Fucking. Good.

I reached down to take one of the tits in my hands. It was huge, so plush and filled me with a flushing heat that wound its way through my head and my core when it was squeezed.

"Grab my fucking tits." I ordered Martin, who was happy to oblige. He reached around and took greedy handfuls, augmenting the pleasure his dick was bringing. I loved the power I had, that my body was the object of his greatest pleasure and that I could order him to do anything I wanted.

I screamed and howled as electric buzzing filled my entire body, needing release. Then, a shockwave of pleasure flung itself through me. As Martin's dick kept thrusting, the pleasure only got stronger. Unlike as a guy, the orgasm had no defined end. I stayed in this whiteout for over a minute. It was only when Martin slowed that I came down from my high.

It was my turn to finish him off. I flipped, smiling, taking his dick between my tits. I worked them up and down. His moans made it obvious how much he loved it, and he let a hand come down to squeeze my tits while I worked.

As soon as his hand made contact he finished. He shot bolts of cum, which I dodged as they whizzed past my ear.

"Whew. That was great." He said. "We should do this again soon."

I agreed. My pussy was buzzing, aching for more.

"How about I give you twenty minutes and we do it again now?"

"Oh you're on."

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."

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?