Nothing but metaphorical crickets.

How strange, I thought. She would've said something by now.

A minute had passed and there was not even a peep in my mind, nor did any of limbs move on their own. Subconsciously, I accessed the hardware and software that constituted a T-Doll - primarily, I wanted to check the digimind and the neural cloud. If I could find something of the original Grizzly, she would be there.

It was an illuminating experience to feel and see what it was like to enter mind of a Doll android. On the outside, it would look like I was asleep but really I was sort of... dreaming, for the lack of a better descriptor. In technical terms unique to Dolls, I've entered a deep level of "consciousness", something that Dolls can do to self-diagnose or enact electronic warfare within the digital space. While my physical body was practically inactive, the information that made up "me" (isn't that a doozy, that I'm now data and stuff) is very active in the hardware that contains my digimind and the neural cloud.

The best way I could describe the digimind and the neural cloud is that former is the framework for the latter, which altogether acts as the equivalent of a human's mind; where all the information a person would need to be... well, a person. And themself. Memories, personality, likes and dislikes, its analogous to the neuron networks in the brain of a human being. And by delving into the digimind's space, I was hoping I could find the original Grizzly.

Through digital landscapes and corridors made of numbers and strings of text, I walked around in search for the original inhabitant. One would think I could get lost but, well, being Grizzly meant that navigation was naturally no problem - every piece of digital architecture I would find was readily and subconsciously recognized, as if I truly knew just how this body worked; or more accurately, that this body and its quirks are really mine. Granted, I couldn't explain the specifics but everything so far came to me by instinct or with immense ease, like how I readily handled the handgun despite having no experience with firearms.

"Damn, not even a note or anything," I muttered as I peaked my head into a vacant "room" filled with "cardboard boxes" of data. Nothing more than an representation of digital constructs, but it served as convenient way to navigate and deal with said digital constructs. "Its like she vanished or something. Or maybe I sort of... absorbed her? Could explain how I can just, do all of this."

Admittedly, the fact that I thought little of how second nature I was able to do stuff with this body might imply some things; namely that if I did absorb Grizzly, then its possible that it was sort of... normalized? Internalized? That I just assumed that Grizzly is who I am just as I'm sure that I'm myself... wait, fuck that's confusing. Not sure if I really want to dive into the philosophy or mechanics of all of this, given that I've already made existential crises before. Rather, I'd just... go with the flow, I guess?

Helps that upon exiting the deep level of consciousness, my eyes landed on my large chest bounded by that wonderfully black lacy bra. The horny feeling bubbled back to the surface of my mind - perhaps my arousal from my original body carried over and merged with Grizzly's when I possessed her. Nonetheless, I decided to indulge in my desires, something that original Grizzly would've wanted me to do anyway (given that she was keen to tease me). My surprisingly delicate looking hands, which could barely hold all of the flesh, cupped my tits and slightly squeezed them as a test.

"Oh my," maybe it my body being so horny now, but that felt nice. Wanting more, I began to play around with my chest, squeezing them harder and kneading them around like dough. My breathing got harder and began to let out soft moans as I felt the sensations. Just knowing that those hands are my hands and that I'm doing this with my own boobs was so damn hot and cool. I could feel my body buzz with warm stimulation as I pleasured myself with boobplay, and I can certainly feel my lower regions ache and tingle.

"A-Ah fuck," I moaned as I started to aggressively knead and squeeze my chest, vaguely remembering all the porn I've consumed as reference. "This feels sooo g-good..."

Out of curiosity, I craned my neck down and tried to bring my boobs up closer to my face. Normally not something that could be done, but with breasts this big and shapely... an excited leer formed on my face as I moved to unclasp my bra.

It didn't take long to free my chest and I could really feel how sizeable they are now that the bra wasn't on, like damn they are huge. Maybe more than what the in-game art showed them as, but I was hardly complaining. Licking my lips in perverted excitement, I hurriedly began to undress as my aroused mind was motivated by the sight of my massive mountains on my chest. My bedroom was filled with the sound of my horny grunts and clothing being stripped them off my body. In the midst of my rush to strip, I had long since got off my bed.

At the end, the only articles of clothing left was my shirt leotard thingy and my panty. I didn't have a full-body mirror in my room but I did have a phone that was laying around. Setup was a quick affair and my phone was now recording me ready to continue my... experimentation.

Lifting up one of my tits, I could feel myself salivate at the fact I could bring a nipple up to my mouth, an opportunity I eagerly took. Moans erupted from the back of my throat as I felt my mouth on my nipple, my tongue rubbing itself all over the tissue. Unused to this type of feeling, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I intensified my sucking. Unconsciously, my other hand returned to playing with my other boob, and with it bare of a bra I felt immense pleasure as I pinched and squeezed the flesh and nipple.

Fuuuuu.... ckkkkk, I could barely form a coherent thought as my mind was ravaged with the pleasure from all of this. Wet sloppy noises and guttural moans was all I could hear as I sucked on my own tits. Heated stimulation traveled throughout my body and my vagina grew increasingly damp, staining my inner thighs with pussy juice. My mind was awash with the feeling of pleasure and euphoria, reinforcing my arousal and feeding back into my carnal desires.

Pop, was the noise made as I freed my nipple from mouth. Strands of saliva trailed from the thoroughly wet nipple as I separated, and my breath came out foggy and warm. It took me a moment to refocus and recollect myself, too unused to the sensations of sucking my own boob like it was a lollipop.

"Haa... aaah, fuck that felt amazing," I grounded out between heavy breaths. I shot the recording phone a grin before I glanced down. "B-But as wonderful as that was... think I've been neglecting my lower half bit too long."

I could feel how slick my inner thighs have gotten from the sheer amount of fluids that drenched them, courtesy of my needy pussy. Shifting my legs, I heard squelches and squeaks as damp flesh made contact with damp flesh. A moan non voluntarily came out of mouth as my genitals ached, wanting to be touched after being ignored for so long. The phone's camera caught a sultry grin on my face, as I felt up my body with my hands, starting from my chest before progressing downwards.

"I'm so fucking hot," I murmured as I squeezed my boobs again and felt up my curves and smooth tummy. I bit my lower lip in eager excitement as I reached my pussy, leaning back and thrusting my hips forward towards the camera. "Oh baby am I so damn ready to do this."