Nesting Doll Roleplay

Considering the chip you'd put on him had a copy of your own old personality, from before you knew Carrie would do anything for you, a fun, kinda hot little idea popped into your head.

You gave the command word, and gave 'Dave' a new set of instructions.

"Clear all prior programming," you ordered.

Your body trembled in place for a second, his eyes slamming shut. Automaton opened them again, his expression blank.

"You will follow any direct command I give you, no matter what and without question, so long as I start it with 'I command'. You are not to get in a new relationship. You are not to ask to use the swap helmet on me." You left out the prior commands not to ask you for sex and to ignore you.

Your old body nodded once, and came back to life.

This time, you knew the look in your eyes. It's the look you gave Carrie whenever she pranced naked around the apartment.

"Hey there," said your body, eyes raking up and down your trim figure.

You felt his gaze like it was a pair of hands - it ravished you. Set a fire in you. You clenched your butt, riding a tiny wave of pleasure. Was this you, or was it Carrie's reflexes talking? It didn't matter. You had a plan, and you wanted to have fun with it.

"Dave," you said with a smile, enjoying how your breasts felt when he eyed them, "you're missing out. You forgot what I told you."

"What's that?" he asked, abandoning the dishes. He dried his hands on a towel and stepped closer to you, putting his hands on your round hips.

God it felt good to have a man's hands on your body. Even if they were your own. You remembered Nick, but this was just different. Your old body's hands were rough. Against your soft skin, you really felt the difference.

You did your best Carrie impersonation, but honestly, with how you were feeling, there was nothing affected about the breathlessness in your voice. "I'm willing to do anything for you," you said, lifting up on your toes to kiss your body on the lips.

Fake Dave responded with a pleasant grumble, kissing you back and groping your butt.

Wow, _that's _how it felt when you squeezed Carrie's butt. God. You lit up like a Christmas tree, arousal burning deep. Maybe this body still had all of Carrie's old reactions trained into it.

Barely able to stop yourself from commanding Fake Dave to rip off his clothes, you **** yourself to pull away. A line of saliva stretched from your tongue to Dave's lips. You touched his chest. You were so much _taller _than Carrie. You had to look way up. You almost chickened out, but you were turned on, and being turned on always made you more confident than you would be otherwise.

"We've had a lot of sex," you said, trying to recall Carrie's original confession. "I'm into all the anal you want, or sucking your cock, um, don't get me wrong. But when I said 'anything', I meant anything. I know for a fact there's shit you want to do with me you're afraid to suggest."

Fake Dave turned hesitant, though his hands remained on your ass. He didn't believe you. Of course he didn't, you didn't believe Carrie either when she fed you the line. At least not at first.

"Everyone has fantasies," you carried on, getting a thrill from slipping further into the role Carrie vacated for you. "Crazy, wild, amazing and beautiful fantasies. Ugly fantasies too, or disgusting ones. Or just weird as shit ones. Tell them to me. I'm into it. Whatever you're into. I'm game. Promise."

You knew exactly what your brain clone was thinking. Dave smiled down at you, unsure. Now he wasn't grabbing your butt, his hands were stroking your arms. He was thinking how crazy you were.

"It's okay," you said, stroking his chest and bubbling with wicked excitement that you roleplaying the opposite end of this little engagement. "C'mon, just tell me what you want to do. Tell me a fantasy. Tell me tell me tell me. Don't worry how I'll react, I know how I'll react. I'll do it."

Automaton Dave's expression changed. You knew that look. He was about to give you what he thought his girlfriend Carrie was asking for.