FPF: Moving Up 3

Getting pounded on a changing room couch was the last place I thought I'd be two days ago. That was before I got promoted. Not in job, but in body. But you already heard all this. Let me take you back to this morning to explain my latest adventure.

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When I woke up, things felt off. As I shifted to the side, I felt a weight falling to the side and onto the bed, restrained. I yawned, a soft and breathy little thing. Reaching a hand up to scratch my chest, I was interrupted by immaculate tits. That's when I realized I was still Emilia.

I felt a ghost of an ache on my tits and pussy, reminding me of my marathon masturbation session last night. In my 50 year old body, I was paunchy and bald. I'd never have a chance with a woman like this. But now, I had full and complete access to that woman. She would stare at me with desire in her eyes every time I'd look in the mirror, drool trailing from her mouth and onto the top of her tits. When I couldn't take it anymore, she'd start masturbating.

That woman was me.

Looking at my reflection made me so warm and wet, much more than Crystal, my old starter body. Speaking of her, I saw someone new inhabiting her form as I'd left the Porn Doll Productions building. She looked at me with absolute lust in her eyes. Now equipped with the Emilia doll, I'd made it.

Once I got home I masturbated while looking in the mirror all night. And I mean all night. This body was absolutely insatiable, with one orgasm making it even easier to hit the next one. I stopped counting at 6. Before long, I passed out with a breast in my hand and my fingers in my snatch.

When I woke up, I forgot I never ended the session as Emilia. So after a few squeezes of her tits, I quickly ended the transmission and woke for the second time as myself. I still needed to take care of my own body after all! Turns out I was absolutely famished. I left my body with my hand under my leg and it was totally asleep. In a way I didn't give a fuck. My future wasn't in this fat slob of a body, but in the goddess with jiggling tits, a pear of an ass and a fit tight tummy. But I needed to keep my brain alive so I could pilot that body, so I ate some old pasta I had in my fridge to get things back to normal.

The studio wanted me to focus on Emilia's socials today. That was one thing about the body loaner program. I needed to take care of every aspect of this body's life and persona. Given that the Emilia doll was such a big investment for the studio, they told me what to do, but gave me some liberties with exactly how I did it. They wanted her to be a fitness influencer, so I should take some videos working out and playing sports. All with my tits and ass practically falling out of my clothes, of course. They gave me a box with some basic clothing items that fit Emilia, enough to get started but not much. I'd probably need to get some shopping done as well.

After downing my food, I felt myself getting hard thinking of Emilia. I ran back into my room, elated to just be her again. "Begin transmission!"

Waking up back on the bed, I squealed with joy as I hugged myself under my tits, pushing them up to my face. I rubbed my cheek against their smooth tops, giving a lick just because.

Stripping down, I tried to restrain myself as I felt my pussy start get creamy at the sight (and feel) of myself. I threw on a sports bra which put tons of pressure on my tits, which kind of turned me on more. Slipping some leggings up my smooth thighs and wide hips completed my look as a sexy gym bunny.

After filming a quick outfit check for her Tik Tok, I started decided to head out. Grabbing the keys to my beater of a car, I had my hand on the doorknob before I realized my body was thrumming with heat. Why shouldn't it be? I saw cavernous cleavage every time I looked down. Just moving in this body, looking at her neatly manicured nails, sighing in her voice and feeling the soft skin on her arms reminded me the sculpture of a human I now was.

I decided I needed some relief and walked over to my bed and slid my leggings down. No need to whip the girls out, this would be a quickie. It wasn't long before those manicured fingers were sliding in and out of my new pussy.

At the gym I decided to work legs to give Emilia's ass a boost. In my old body, I wouldn't have ever set foot in a gym. But in this body, I ran it. I got looks from every guy and girl at the gym, all of them probably gawking at my scandalous cleavage. The studio gave me access to the gym memory package so my lack of experience wasn't a problem. I always liked to keep those off, even when I was Crystal, so it would feel like I was a guy who got lost and found himself inside a woman's body. But in situations like these, it made sense.

I propped up her phone and took a bunch of vids. I sent them off to Lu Kim, who approved the hottest one and posted it for me on her socials.

After that, I decided to head to the mall to buy some clothes to parade this new porn bot around in. The memory packages for this were interesting. They had fashion sense packages, but each kind of had their own flavor. "System menu: read available fashion packages." I said with my locked phone up to my ear so people wouldn't think I was a crazy woman. I heard narration back to me like I was hearing it, but I knew the system was just stimulating my neurons directly to give me the illusion of noise. "Available fashion packages: Goth. Businesswoman. Stripper. Sporty. Hipster. Mainstream." I decided to go with sporty to fit the studio's instructions. Didn't want to piss them off by showing up as goth Emilia or I might lose these knockers.

"System menu. Activate sporty fashion package."

Immediately I felt associations with all the clothes flood my mind. This padded sports bra would give my tits good support at the gym. These yoga pants would make my ass look huge. That sundress? Perfect for showing off my calves.

I decided to grab a tight brown dress that would show off the work I just put in on these glutes. I decided to head to a changing room to get some privacy. The fashion package told me I should make sure I get the size that fit me nice and snug. The me part of me just wanted another chance to ogle the tits that were teasing me from the bottom of my vision.

Slipping on the dress, it looked good. Tight on the ass, but I didn't like how the cross straps went with the ... wait. This wasn't me. "System menu. Deactivate fashion packages." Instantly all the thoughts about the look went away. It was just me. And this female body in the mirror was turning me on.

"Excuse me. Ma'am is everything OK in there?" My revelry was interrupted by a male voice from outside. I slipped everything on and cracked the door. "You've been in here for quite awhile, and some of the customers have been complaining about, uhh, noises." He was a younger man, kind of scrawny but not the worst I'd seen.

"Yeah, all good!" I replied. "Actually, I had a little issue getting the straps right. Can you help me?" I followed his gaze down to my cavernous cleavage inside the dress. Grabbing his arm, I pulled him in before closing and locking the door behind us. "Can you help make sure these are adjusted right?" I pointed to the straps over my chest. "Umm... are you sure I can touch?" He asked before I grabbed his hands and pushed them down flat on my tits.

It wasn't long before I was giving him a titjob to get the dress for free.

Disappointingly, he blew his load three pumps in, leaving me desperately horny. I figured repeating the process at another store would get me some free clothes and the dick I so desperately needed.

FPF: Moving Up 2

I walked into the room where the doll was being held. I couldn't wait to turn in my balding scalp and paunchy belly for some flowing blonde hair and incredible tits. This was only possible thanks to a new company which lets users wear and keep First-Person Female dolls... as long as you shot porn for them. But I explained that all before.

Where I expected to see a doll laying lifeless on the bed in front of me, I saw a woman deep in heat, her fingers rubbing up and down her tender clit.

"Looks like one of the executives decided to take Emilia here for a ride!" Bernie, the director who oversaw my new upgrade, said. Since they owned the company, they were pretty much given free reign to do what they wanted with the dolls. Laughing slightly, he asked, "Who's inside that pretty frame?"

"Aahh" she moaned gently. "It's ... aahhh ... Lu Kim in here" his slight Malaysian accent blending with the doll's voice. "I heard this model was coming in. I had to take these babies out for a spin before the long-term guy started to use her all the time!" Lu in Emilia leaned left to right, the tits wobbling off to the side. By this point he had grabbed the vibrator and was pushing it against his tight opening with all the strength he could muster.

"Hey you, give me a hand??" He asked, licking his lips. "This body is different. I need dick baaaad. And it's either you or grandpa over here." He said, gesturing to Bernie.

Without even checking to see if Bernie was offended I pounced on the bed. When would I ever get another opportunity to fuck a girl this hot? She was already halfway to an orgasm and was begging for it. I threw off my clothes, nearing her body. She climbed on and started to ride.

"Ohhh yes." Lu moaned. "You have no idea how good this feel for me. Have fun dealing with this sex drive, new guy."

As I looked up and saw the 30H cup tits bouncing above me, I wondered how it would feel for them to be on my chest, to be in my view as my dripping pussy was pounded. That lovely face with those luscious lips, mine when I looked in the mirror.

Every guy I passed would kill to be exactly where I was right now.

The goddess bouncing on my cock paired with the thoughts of being inside her head later was sending me over the edge. Luckily, the doll had also reached a breaking point. "Don't stop... I'm gonna... I'm cumming!!!" Lu said as he picked up the pace to a climax, his borrowed tits bouncing everywhere.

I fell back to catch my breath. "Not bad, new guy." Lu breathed. "I'll ride out her afterglow then get out. I've got a meeting at four anyway." He slipped on the bikini he had the doll in. "Oh yeah. Her pussy's a little full. But you only have yourself to blame for that one!"

"System menu. End transmission."

Emilia fell back, Lu's conciousness having left her supple frame. Now Emilia was open. Open for me.

"That was great, boy!" I looked over my shoulder. Bernie was there, with a camera. Apparently he had gotten it all on tape. "Looks like you weren't inside this doll for it's first shoot! Well, maybe you were. Ha ha ha!"

I was too excited to laugh. I walked towards the chair I was to leave my own body in when inhabiting Emilia, and the helmet that would put me there.

"Go ahead boy, try her on! You've earned it." Bernie said. I laid back in the chair, taking the helmet in my hands and settling it upon my head. It had two metal pads that rested over my eyes, which would convert her visual input into my own.

Well, here goes. "Begin transmission!"

I felt weak, then fell back before everything went dark. For a split second, I only percieved darkness. Then, boom.

I sat up, gasping in what I registered as a soft and sultry voice. A strand of blonde hair darted across my vision, reaching up to clear it out of the way, I saw my manicured blue nails come up for inspection. They wore a variety of gold rings. On her neck, my neck, was a gold medallion with the logo of the studio on the tag. The only reminder that this was in fact a mechanical body.

I looked over, seeing my old body on the bed. Even though I had done this as Crystal, from inside Emilia I seemed especially grotesque. Not important, given that my new body was anything but.

Bernie's speech snapped my out of my introspective trance. "Grab her fuckin' tits already!" He said. It was true, I had left the best for last.

I looked down to see two of the most incredible breasts I had ever seen attached to my chest. Reaching up my dainty and feminine hands, I gave them a squeeze. Whoa. Even doing that sent a rush of pleasure through my body, ending in my forehead and causing my vision to blur and me to throw my head back.

I sat up, pulling the bikini top off of each nipple. I gave them a squeeze, taking time to dance across them. Even this simple action was getting me going, more than a little riled up.

I looked across the room and saw Bernie drooling behind the camera. Even though this body was fresh out of some wild sex, it was raring to go again. I shrugged and reached my hand down my panties. Might as well give him a little show.

FPF: Moving Up

As the dick pounded into me I happily convulsed around it. Looking up at the lights and cameras in front of me I felt a wetness splash across my stomach and tits. The moneyshot. Shooting was over for today.

Bernie, the director, stood up and said "That's a wrap! Great work today everyone. By the way, Randy, can I see you for a bit before you take off?" He was talking about me. Randy Miller. Even though I look like an edgy goth chick, I used to be a 50 year old garbage man. In fact, I still am a 50 year old man sometimes, even though I've left my old life behind. Let me explain.

Two years ago, I lived in the suburbs of Detroit, picking up trash in the mornings before returning to my wife Brenda, who I had been unhappily married to for the last 10 years. My life was hell. So when I came home one day to find Brenda sucking off the manager of the Walmart she worked at, I left her, defeated, looking for a change.

Couch surfing for weeks only proceeded to worsen my mood. More time alone left me more time for the internet. It gave me physical pain to see girls on instagram partying on the beach, dancing and drinking for more money than I had ever seen. And if they were willing to take off their clothes, more money than I would see in a lifetime. I had heard of people far richer than me using the new First Person Female dolls to weasel their way into this lifestyle. Too bad they cost about 10 times my annual salary.

When cleaning out rubbish bins one day, a shiny foiled ad caught my eye. It was for a company called "Porn Doll Productions". The text read "Ever wanted to live (and earn) like a star for a day? Been envious of how much attention girls get while you're alone? Call the number below!"

Though I was skeptical, I was burned out enough to give it a shot.

A man picked up, introducing himself as Bernie in a hoarse voice. What he said next shocked me. His company would lend you a First Person Female doll, and provide payment and housing if you signed a contract to shoot exclusively with his company. He claimed buying the dolls, while higher in cost upfront, made sense financially since desperate folks would take lower salaries for the opportunity.

So that's exactly what I did. For the past year I've worked as "Crystal" a punk-looking doll who was lower tier and reserved for beginners. People came and went from her body after deciding this racket wasn't for them. Even though her body wasn't amazing and she never came more than once, I got used to it, and with my hardworking persona inside wasn't long before Crystal's form got a small following.

"Hey Randy. Great work today man." Bernie said. "You really wear her body like no one else. Honest! I've never seen Crystal ride that hard before."

"Thanks boss." My voice sounding higher coming from the doll's vocal cords, but I was used to it after hearing my screams though them for the past hour. "Can't say I didn't enjoy it. You can't really call it work when you get to have sex all day."

"That's true. But I'm a little surprised you say that." Bernie replied. "What do you mean?" I asked back.

"Well, as dolls go, Crystal is at the bottom of the barrel. Her pleasure level is barely above a guy's for Christ's sake! She's been around for years. That pussy has been ran through."

"Gee, thanks." I responded. Even though it wasn't my body, I wore Crystal's form pretty often, even out to the clubs sometimes. Although the other girls always seemed to get more attention than me.

"Well Randy, today is your lucky day. You've been putting in lots of good work recently. I think it's time you moved to a more permanent host."

My heart jumped at the thought. Even though my life as a pornstar was way better than my previous one, I knew what this meant. The permanent hosts were legitimately stunning.

"The other big dogs here and I have been talking. We really think you have it in you. That's why we're going to trust you with one of the biggest advancements in First Person Female dolls so far. Instead of copying this form from one model, we've taken the best parts of a few and put them together."

"So you mean..." I stuttered. "Yep. This doll is a perfect 10 in all aspects. Not just physical. Her sensitivity is through the roof and cumming does nothing to decrease her drive." Bernie responded. "I took her for a spin myself earlier. Wanna check out some pics of your new ride?" He leaned over, showing me his phone.

Bernie laughed to himself. "Her name's Emilia. Look at that body. Perfect face, piercing eyes, nice and fit. You can't see it here, but I'm dripping wet just looking at myself. Plus her tits are a size 30H."

I was flooded with emotion. Soon, I was going to be a blonde bombshell, ready to command the attention of everyone around me. Where I walked, people would stop talking and look. Plus, with a body like that, my financial worries were over.

"Wanna see those bad boys in action? Bernie asked." He pulled out a video of himself inside Emilia, shaking his tits everywhere.

My hard work had finally paid off. I was going to finally have the life of my dreams.