Ms. April Moore, the school drama teacher

Ms. April Moore, the name John had stopped on in the possession app. She was your High School drama teacher, a tall voluptuous woman with shoulder length blonde hair. Those giant pale breasts put even Mrs. Crawford to shame. She was quite the actress, you remember one very specific instance in a play you saw your freshman year where she played the role of a knight. It was the kind of acting that made you lose yourself in the world being portrayed in front of you.

You know what? Being a hot teacher seems like the first way to go. I mean there’s this hot MILF option staring your right in the face, why not just go for it? So you do, pressing the button you suddenly find yourself in another place after a moment of distortion. Looking around, you're in a storage room of sorts with wigs, costumes and film equipment strewn about.

“Did it wo-.... Oh lord I sound real sexy.” You say in April’s rich and haughty voice. “This must be the drama club store room, let’s see if I can’t find a mirror to see if this actually worked. You then spun on your heel to turn around but found yourself almost tumbling over, the massive mammaries attached to your chest throwing off your center of gravity by a margin you weren’t used to. “Damn these are heavy!” You say, collecting yourself in front of a mirror that you happened to be looking for. The app had indeed worked, your consciousness was inside Ms. Moore’s voluptuous frame and DAMN! The way her tits were almost popping out of his blouse would have made your dick rock hard...but instead you feel a warmth and wetness coming from your nether regions. You rub your thighs together, weirded out by the lack of anything between them.

Just another thing, I’ll have to get used too. You think, resting your now manicured hand on your chin, Wish that app had an instruction manual for a female body. Anyhows, let's get this store room locked up so I can have a little fun with her. You walked towards the door in a stilted manner, getting used to walking in the heels she was wearing. Locking the door behind you, April removes her heels and you walk back towards the mirror. Before you do anything spicy, you decide to test the acting capabilities of this body with a few impressions, starting with a few of your teachers.

“Oh.. Mr. Doe.” Your voice becomes intellectual and elegant, that of your english teacher Ms. Ivy. “Your paper on Macbeth was certainly excellent, much better than that smarmy bitch Emilia Holmes. Why don’t you stay after class for your… extracurricular reward.” The tone of naughtiness in that last sentence sent shivers down your spine, that impersonation was spot on. Ms. April did have a talent for this sort of thing but you weren’t done testing her larynx just yet.

“You’ve been slacking off Mr. Doe, how about you clean me off with your tongue! That’ll show you not to doze off in my class!” Came the strong voice of Charlotte Dawson, your gym teacher.

“Mr. Doe your sexual exploits in this school will not be tolerated! I can only assume the reason all of our female staff is pregnant is your doing!” Your impression of Principal Crawford was sharp and authoritative just like the real thing.

“Tee-hee! Oh, Mr. Doe my ass isn’t that big! Why don’t you pull my pants down so you can draw the real thing.” said your art Teacher, Mrs. Stevens.

“Fucking hell, Ms. Marshal!” The loud and abrasive voice of Ms. Collins came booming out the back of your throat. “I caught Mr. Doe spying on us while we were showering.”

“Oh. No. That won’t do at all. Shame on you Señor Doe.” The spicy mexican accent of Ms. Marshal sent your tongue in directions you didn’t think it could move. “I say he needs a little punishment.”

“Fuck yeah, Does, let’s give this little pervert the business. I’ll smother him with my ass while you tease that cock of his. And you better not enjoy it John!” You pointed your finger at the mirror smiling at April’s confident acting ability. But your little play wasn’t going to stop there.

“John? You’ve certainly been a naughty little brother, controlling all your teachers like that.” You walked seductively towards the mirror, putting your hands on it and imaging yourself on the end of it. “You dirty little perv, you were thinking of possessing me too? Weren’t you? Slipping inside this tight, muscular body to do what with me? Waltz in to your room and give you a little sex ed? Well to tell you the truth….” You whispered to yourself. “I’ve always wanted you… fuck if I’m your sister. Come here little brother..” You kissed the glass and began rubbing your tongue against the surface, feeling April’s womanly parts churn with desire, your skin getting hot and your face flustered. You then dropped to your knees for the next act of the performance.

“What do they have that I don’t John?” You said tearing up. “Huge MILFy tits, a muscular body, a fat ass or age….. But I can make up for it in serving you!” Your voice changed with a slight Korean accent, mimicking your next door neighbor. “I’ll let everyone know that Choa Park is John Doe’s little fuckslut!” You opened your and let your tongue roll out, letting April’s eyes roll back in their sockets in a lewd ahegao expression.

“Just.. blow your fat load all over my face… haah-.” You let out a sultry moan before standing up and snapping out of the Choa persona. You took a bow to your imaginary audience before saying, “Thank you! Thank you very much. Haha.” This was already so much fun and those “acts” you just put on?

You meant every word of them.

Inevitably you would make your way down the list, possessing women and using them for your own sexual pleasure; even your own sister. Something that you knew was wrong but your horniness was clouding your proper judgement. Speaking of horny, you decided to give a little bit of an encore presentation as you stripped April down. Your mind wandered to who you would impersonate next and your mind drifted to some of your favorite pornstars.

“Woooow, John. Nice pick.” Your voice turns raspy like Abella Danger. “Let’s get this shirt off and see what we're dealing with.” You undid a few buttons on her blouse and the thing immediately popped open, those massive knockers falling out and hanging down low from their weight. She was wearing a very nice black lace bra that was attempting to hold them back.

“Damn, Girl. You got it going on!” Your voice turned nasally, that of Kagney Lynn Karter. “These are like some-” Your voice changed again, this time to an australian accent. “Angela White tier tits.” You undid the clasp on her bra and tossed it aside, allowing them to come to rest on your chest. Now that they were in the open, you took note of her large areolas and fat nips that dotted each breast. You took two big handfuls of each and began playing around with them, bouncing them, smushing them together, massaging the sensitive marshmallowy flesh.

“Yeah that’s it, play with those big cow tits. Your teacher is nothing but your little plaything, grab those nipples, pull on them, pinch them… Oh fuck!” You did as you said, grabbing her big chubby nips and squeezing on them like you were milking a cow, kneading them with your fingers and twisting a little. The pain was sharp and searing but it felt so good, the pleasure was like little sparks running up from your nipple up to your head.

“So unbelievably soft. Is it everything you imagined?” You let out a soft chuckle as you bit your lip, grinding your hips together again. “Everytime you bust a nut to one of my videos, were you imagining I was April? I bet you were.” It was true, often you’d fantasize about the women in your life in porn scenarios and now with this app in at your fingertips you could make them all come true. You felt another voice coming on, a lot more bubbly and slutty this time.

“Stop teasing him Angela, let him have his fun. Speaking of fun, let’s play with her pussy next. You’ve been in her body for twenty minutes or so now and you didn’t bother checking it out? Can’t you feel it drooling? It wants to be touched!”

If Riley Reid says touch the pussy your gonna touch that pussy. You remove your skirt and toss it to the ground, revealing a matching set of black lace panties. Keeping your right hand massaging one breast, you take the long fingers of your left hand and shove them into her panties. Immediately you are floored by the amount of pleasure brought by just touching it, dropping to your knees and inhaling sharply. Her vagina is SO much more sensitive than your penis and it almost pains you to rub your fingers against it, your brain unaccustomed to having this much feedback from your genitals but your press on anyways. Her labia are warm and moist between your fingers but you find that the place you really want to focus on is the clit. Unlike the rest of her lips, rubbing the clit feels similar to focusing on your cockhead and feels as if you're unable to pull away from it. A stain in the front of her panties begins to grow outwards and you buck your hips up and down, massing her nipple and clit; just going to town on yourself.

You hear her phone buzz from a nearby table and get a brilliant Idea. You grab the device, not even looking to see who is calling and shove it directly into her panties and hold it against her clit as an impromptu vibrator. This proves to be too much for your virgin self, as the intense sensation leaves you clenching your teeth and drooling. Your heart is beating out of your chest, you are hot and uncomfortable, a rising pressure builds inside of you.

“Hah, hah,haaah… fuck...fuck I’m Cumming!” You cry out as your pussy gushes with squirt, flooding your panties and with a sudden thrust of your pelvis the phone goes flying out of them. “Shit.” Still breathing hard, legs trembling from the orgasm shaking through your body, you grab a nearby towel and start cleaning the liquid streaming down your thick thighs before walking over to retrieve your phone. As you pick up the phone a sense of dread comes over you when you realize that the screen is not only cracked but unresponsive.

Damn it, I’ll have to get this fixed if I’m ever going to return to my real body. I’m sure it won’t be too much of a problem, Ms. Moore surely has plenty of extra cash lying around to get it fixed. As you're thinking of any nearby phone repair stores, you notice the door was slightly ajar. Was someone watching you? You were pretty sure that you closed it. Might of been a change in air pressure that caused it to open a little. Regardless, if you had to be stuck in a body for a while this one wasn’t too bad. But you would need to play it safe for you had no way out of this body if something went wrong.