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Ross here again. Friends are great, but they can lead to drama sometimes. My friend Ian somehow found out that my girlfriend, Carole, has been using skinsuits to let me sleep with any woman I want (even celebrities!) and it sounds like he wants a piece of the pie. Fortunately, Carole has a plan to deal with this troublesome development but she needs my help.
Previous story: https://www.outfoxstories.com/blog/commission/smyzxb_vulnerability/
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Mrs. Rackert’s huge, soft tits felt like dough in my hands. Kneading them from behind was almost as intoxicating as the feeling of her folds convulsing around my cock.
“Ah… Ross, your hard rod, it’s so big! It’s rampaging inside me! I’m gonna cum!” Mrs. Rackert moaned in between panting breaths. Her long dirty blonde hair disheveled and flecked with glistening sweat from our rough copulation. “Ross, I’m cumming!”
“I’m cumming, too, Mrs. Rackert. Hnnghn!”
I felt my sacs tighten, a pressure building in my loins causing me to lose my rhythm. Feeling the incoming orgasm, I let go of Mrs. Rackert’s tits and took hold of her plump hips and pulled, driving my penis in as deep as I could before it exploded, pumping load after load into my professor’s innermost depths. My vision blurred as my ejaculation went on: ten seconds, twenty, thirty seconds; I almost made it to forty before I felt my high start to fade. As the pleasure dimmed, I became more aware of the semen leaking from Mrs. Rackert’s snatch, oozing out thickly to pool on the sheets below us. I was panting myself as I pulled out and flopped back onto my butt upon the soggy bedsheets. I saw Mrs. Rackert’s curvy figure slump tummy down as well. We both took a minute to catch our breath after the wild sex. This ejaculation volume booster my girlfriend found was incredible, but it took proportionally more out of me, cumming that much for that long.
Mrs. Rackert stirred first. Pulling herself up into a sitting position, I watched as she ran a hand over her body, wicking jizz from the puddle from her breasts, and stomach. She looked me in the eye as she dropped the collected cum from her hand into her mouth and swallowed.
“Ross, you’re such a naughty boy, seducing your professor like this. You know I can’t give you extra credit for this,” she purred. The sights and sounds threatened to pierce my refractory period and make me hard again in a hurry.
But, her words themselves had the opposite effect.
“Shit… Mrs. Rackert’s a fine piece of ass, but you had to bring up class and now I can’t forget how she failed me…”
The shapely professor’s demeanor changed suddenly from seductive to sympathetic.
“Aww, sorry about that, hun,” she apologized. Shaking out her golden curls, she reached behind her neck, and moments later, her facial features deformed, deflating as the person under her skin removed the head mask portion of the skinsuit.
“We were doing so well, too. It really is too bad you have bad memories with this woman. She’s got a banging body for an older lady,” Carole remarked, as if Mrs. Rackert was any older than 30. My girlfriend's face emerged from Mrs. Rackert’s back and the latter’s vacated head rested flaccidly upon her huge bosom, yellow hair spilling out around her chest and down her front. Leaving the suit in that partially removed state, Carole crawled forward on Mrs. Rackert’s hands and knees to kiss me.
“It is nice to get to plow her. I’d always wanted to do that, even since the first class,” I agreed when she let my lips go.
“And now you have,” my girlfriend giggled, sitting back and once more running a hand along Mrs. Rackert’s bodyline. “Imagine if we filmed ourselves and sent the video to her husband?”
I frowned. “That’s cruel. And if anything, that would send the mister after my head as much as get between their marriage.”
“Not if you put on a suit first. I have one of a big black guy with a huge dick. I bet Mrs. Rackert would look great taking a BBC. Alternatively, imagine his face seeing his wife railed by a girl with a cock.”
I shook my head more firmly. “No. As much as I clashed with her, it would be wrong to mess up her life like that.” Sometimes I worried about my girlfriend’s morals.
Skinsuits - a technological marvel that changed the wearer externally to whatever appearance the skinsuit was modeled after. Whether it was a real person or a fictional one, skinsuits could impersonate anyone with near perfect accuracy, and with spatial shaping technology, no disparity between wearer and disguise was incompatible. Even I, a nearly 6 ft tall 20 year old man was able to become a sexy 5’6” bombshell thanks to skinsuits.
Since then Carole and I have made skinsuits almost ubiquitous in our sex life. I didn't always use one but, on the few occasions I did, my experiences were split between becoming a girl myself to play with Carole’s cumming dildo when she wanted to take the lead and getting to try out different male body types (both usually at Carole's request). Carole herself almost always wore a skinsuit for sex these days. She gave me the chance to sleep with a wider diversity of women than I could have ever dreamed of, from my hot professor this semester to the cute convenience store android greeter modeled after a busty bunny girl, to famous celebrities. I could practically point at any woman we saw and say a word, and in a day or two, I could be fucking her. Or rather, my girlfriend in a skinsuit of the woman we saw. Thus, I had been indoctrinated in the special pleasures and privileges of skinsuits.
Even watching her put on or strip from a skinsuit had shifted from an alarming and disturbing sight to an arousing spectacle for me. But I noticed Carole’s expression sober as she removed the rest of Mrs. Rackert’s skinsuit, returning to her natural, slender form.
“Um… Ross, I have some bad news.”
I blinked. “What is it?”
“Well… It’s about Ian… somehow he found out about my skinsuits and is… pestering me about them.”
“That… could be a problem, yes…” I scowled thoughtfully. Ian was a good friend, perhaps even my best friend here at college, but he had a whimsical side that sometimes made him hard to read, and recently he’d been a bit more… bold in talking about his tastes in women. I could see him learning about skinsuits and the special play I enjoyed through my girlfriend and them being… enviable. Though, it was curious that he hadn’t mentioned anything to me about it yet.
“Sorry if he’s given you a hard time. I’ll have a talk with him about it,” I offered, though I hadn’t really formed a proper plan for the confrontation yet.
“Well, actually, I have a different idea,” Carole suggested. “And I want your help for it.”
“Sure, anything for you, Love.”
My beautiful girlfriend smiled mischievously. “That’s what I like to hear.”
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“We’re doing what?” I asked incredulously.
A few days later, my girlfriend invited me back over to her place to execute her plan to deal with Ian. Having shared little of her plan back when she first brought it up, I was informed only to be ready to suit up. None of my experience with skinsuits thus far prepared me for this though.
Inside her apartment, I found my girlfriend seated on the edge of her bed, naked and suited up to her thighs in a pale skinsuit, with nearly identical red locks hanging from the suit’s empty head.
“Come, join me inside this suit,” she repeated patiently. A small smile turned up the corners of her lips.
“We… we can do that?”
Carole nodded. “This one’s special. I had it made specially for two simultaneous wearers.”
“How does that-”
“Just put it on with me, and you’ll find out! It’ll be far easier to experience than to try to explain it,” Carole cut him off. That statement could summarize a lot of skinsuit experiences. “You go in front for this,” she added.
As I drew closer, the suit did look a bit looser around her legs than normal. Usually the suits were pretty tight, but this didn’t look like there was nearly enough space to add me to the insides.
“Don’t worry, it’ll stretch.”
“A-alright. Don’t blame me if it tears or something though…”
Despite my fears though, my girlfriend was right as usual. After stripping out of my clothes, I discovered that the suit did indeed stretch enough for me to push my legs in with Carole’s. I had to practically sit in her lap as I worked myself in, but once it was on up to my thighs like it was for her, we both were able to work together to pull it up the rest of us. Having four hands balanced out the extra awkwardness of fitting around two bodies, and even knowing spatial shapers could work miracles, it was hard to feel confident about how we would look when it was all finished.
We inserted our arms into the suit’s together, ending the Shiva-like boon of multiple arms and presenting the first difficulty I was worried about: who would control our combined body? But I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised to feel my girlfriend take charge while I was mulling over how to ask the question - Our arms felt as one, but they moved without my consent, quickly resuming the process of pulling the suit taut in the necessary places and pulling the head piece up over both of our heads. In the darkness of the mask pre-fitting, I felt us seal up the seam along our back, the feeling of sharing senses with the skinsuit already setting in for the parts of us that were already properly wearing it. Our hands adjusted the head piece and abruptly, I felt the suit take over my senses in full.
No longer was I sitting on my girlfriend’s lap, but instead, I was simply sitting on the edge of her bed, naked. The mirror on her make up table across the room reflected my girlfriend’s face upon our visage, the rest of our body as slim and properly shaped as she always looked in the nude.
“See? No one can tell we’re both in here together.” My girlfriend’s voice was like a whisper, clear but quiet, and seeming to come from just behind my ear. I wondered if it was audible at all to anyone outside.
“And because I’m registered as the suit owner, I also have master control over this body, too,” I felt the surreal experience of saying with my own lips, even though they were not my words. I felt us stand and saunter over to her walk-in closet and scan the section in the back where a multitude of skinsuits hung. I recognized several from our recent sexcapades, but I was surprised to see many more I wasn’t familiar with.
“Now, then, this is the next part of my plan.” Carole’s voice returned to the whisper version of her voice.
I felt us pick out one particular tanned skinsuit with short straw blonde hair as well as a second smaller pale peach suit with longer mousey-brown hair. We folded both over one arm before turning to a dresser in the closet and opening the top drawer. Inside was a black leather harness with a ring mount on the front - a strap-on harness. We carried the three items out of the closet and dropped them on the bed. From her nightstand, we picked up a pack of condoms. They were a dated style contraceptive in this era, but they were still available from most sex shops for novelty. These ones appeared to be shiny black latex. Lastly, I recognized the ejaculation volume boosting drug I had taken last time in the top drawer of the nightstand.
“We’re… I’m going to be fucking Ian, aren’t I?” I tried to whisper in the same stealth way Carole seemed to be able to talk in my ear, but I seemed only able to move our shared mouth and speak with my girlfriend's voice.
“Clever boy,” Carole murmured. I could hear the mirth even in her whisper. She knocked back a dose of the drug. I could only assume being in front was what made it go to my stomach; I could feel the water she drank with it quench some of my thirst. “Here, you can take over. Pack the suits up in that duffle and pick a nice outfit for us. Whatever strikes your fancy.”
“Leave me with the manual labor, huh? Alright,” I complained jokingly. As promised, I found myself in full control. Moving about felt as normal as my own body, aside from the difference in center of gravity. I almost couldn’t even tell that the suit I was wearing had an extra passenger - it was mostly no different than that vague feeling of tightness over my whole body that I remembered from the last time I wore a skinsuit. That made it easy enough to pack our bag, pick out a simple low cut yellow empire waist blouse and form fitting jeans and put them on (Carole helped with our bra).
“Not bold enough to try a skirt or dress?” Carole teased in my ear. I chose not to answer.
With the duffle on our shoulder, we locked up Carole’s apartment and set out.
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I faked a disgusted scowl.
“This is what you wanted, right? If I do this, you won’t tell Ross?” I grumbled. It was weird referring to myself in third person, as if I wasn’t there.
“Yes. Don’t worry, your secret will be safe with me!” My dark skinned friend was practically salivating as I stripped Carole’s body in the privacy of his apartment. That… was also weird, but my discomfort about it helped fuel my acting, so I tried to embrace it rather than suppress it (Carole’s idea). It was impossible to cover both her bare nipples and crotch with one hand, but I did my best, keeping one hand free to pull the tan skinsuit out of our duffle first.
“This is her, right? The girl from your gym?”
“Oh shit. Yeah, that looks like her,” Ian confirmed.
“I’ve never met this woman, so I’m not going to be able to act like her, just so you know,” I added. Carole had offered some suggestions for this interstitial banter on the way here. Why she wasn’t controlling us herself if she had all these ideas of how to play this out was beyond me.
“It’s alright. I’ve barely ever talked to her either. Just pretend your a typical tomboy and that’d be fine,” Ian waved dismissively. “A tomboy who wants my dick,” he added after the fact.
I didn’t have to veil my disgust as I turned around and started threading our Carole legs into the new skinsuit’s. “Does this work?” I whispered to Carole. “Putting on another?”
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have planned it this way if it didn’t,” Carole assured me in her stealth voice.
That much made sense, so I kept going, pulling the suit up our waist and then putting on her arms and chest and finally stretching the head over my own. It was nice and easy with a suit with short hair for a change, and definitely more straightforward than having two people put on one suit together. The familiar darkness quickly fade just like before once I sealed up the back and when I opened my eyes, my point of view was higher than I had become used to. Perhaps even a little higher than my own.
“Whoa, holy shit!” I heard Ian gasp behind me, his voice cracking. “You really do look just like her… I mean, I know what I saw before, but… still…”
I turned, glancing over myself as I faced Ian again. I felt strong. This woman he had requested was ripped. She had well defined muscles, but not bulging so far that it interfered with a womanly silhouette. She had big boobs and equally big areola above six pack, or no, eight pack abs and a neatly shaved patch of pubic hair just above her slit.
I cleared my throat, hearing a huskier, lower pitch than I was used to from most of the women in my life.
“Ahem… s-so, what are you waiting for, uh… dude. Take your pants off already,” I told him. A tomboy was basically a girl acting like a guy… right? I didn’t exactly have much experience with this type.
Ian picked his jaw up off the floor and scrambled to undo his belt and shuck his pants, kicking them across the room and yanking down his boxers.
I felt Carole take over. Seems she wanted to pilot for this part herself at least, so I became a passenger just along for the ride in first person.
“Hey, lose the shirt, too. If I have to be buck naked, you do, too.”
“Huh? Oh… uh… fair...” Ian squawked but complied, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it with his pants. It was odd seeing my friend naked with a raging hard-on, even knowing that was where this encounter was headed from the start. It was only thanks to Carole making made me suck her dildo a number of times in the past that I wasn't totally grossed out as Carole guided our buff body in and wrapped our mouth around Ian’s pulsing brown shaft. In fact, feeling and tasting a real penis made me appreciate the accuracy of the craftsmanship of some of Carole’s dildos. They really were spot on recreations.
I should have expected that, as soon as we had taken Ian’s cock to its base, Carole would force me back in control.
“Oh my God,” Ian breathed as I choked in surprise. At least he enjoyed that. I recovered before he noticed anything and drawing on recent experience, continued the blow job as best I could until finally he came. Once again, I was startled by how well Carole’s fake cum emulated the taste of the real deal, and being used to the former made it easier to bear the slime spurting into my mouth now.
Pulling back, I felt Carole take control again. I felt a bit used, but, all things considered, the trend in swapping had been par for the course. Carole licked our lips.
“Not bad, Ian. But don’t think I’d be satisfied with just a blow job,” Carole made us say condescendingly. She reached down and grabbed his softening dick fiercely.
“Huh? W-wait, I just came. I’m still sensitive. And uh… it’s not like I can’t get hard again for a little bit!” Ian squealed.
Ian was usually a cool customer, so seeing him frantic like this, to this extent, was new to me.
Carole let him go with an indignant huff. We stood and returned to the duffle bag where she pulled out the second skinsuit and threw it at Ian.
“Since your dick is useless now, it’s your turn to put on a suit,” Carole sneered. She grabbed the strap-on harness and the condoms and turned away from Ian. “You saw me put this on, so you should be able to figure it out. Don’t worry about ripping it, it’ll stretch.”
“This is… a girl skinsuit? Wait, you want me to put this on? But…”
“Put it on, or I’ll put it on you,” Carole glared at him dangerously over our shoulder, making Ian yelp and start fumbling to obey. I caught a glance that the guy was actually hard again. He liked being bossed around by a strong woman, huh? No wonder Carole saw an opportunity to take advantage of the situation this way.
We focused once more on the strap-on harness, stepping into it and pulling it up to our hips. Before settling it fully in position though, Carole reached into the gym girl’s pussy with two fingers, then another. She went deeper and suddenly I felt an echo of the pleasure of fingering, multiplying the sensation. Did she… reach through the gym girl’s pussy to touch the Carole suit’s genitals, too? I realized what she was doing when her whole hand had almost disappeared to the wrist into the gym girl’s snatch and I felt our fingers close around my cock. This was the reason Carole had invited me along. Growing harder myself by the moment, Carole meticulously fished my dick out through two layers of suit till I protruded out through gym girl’s folds. Standing hard, size and awaiting volume bolstered by the drug earlier, my penis looked appropriately sized for her frame.
Carole opened up a condom and rolled it over me, tucking the edges into the gym girl’s pussy. Seeing the slick shine along my shaft, I understood then - it looked nearly indistinguishable from some of Carole’s black sex toys. And after she threaded it through the ring brace in the strap-on harness and finished securing the straps, it was even more convincing. We turned back to Ian to find him replaced by a petite young woman with long light brown hair and gray eyes. She had a modest chest which she seemed too distracted by to notice our approach.
“Hey, 'Mary,'” Carole grabbed the new girl by the head and yanked her close, leveling the gym girl’s “strap-on” in her face. “Suck on it.”
I could see Ian desperately processing the last few minutes’ events, clearly still hung up on the fact that he now had a female body. But at Carole’s insistence, mushing my concealed meat against “Mary’s” face, Ian hesitantly obeyed, accepting my “toy” into his mouth.
Ian was understandably not as good at fellatio as my girlfriend, but the inside of his mouth was warm and his sucking was not unpleasant in itself, so between the stimulation and the situation, not to mention the booster, it didn’t take long for me to cum.
To my surprise, through my orgasmic bliss, I saw my semen flood Ian’s mouth, gargling and sputtering out with each contraction and dribbling down “Mary’s” chin before spilling down her front. What a devious trick - Carole must have punctured the condoms’ tips beforehand for my ejaculate to escape the cover.
“Swallow it! Drink all of my cum!” Carole barked. Since she wasn’t the one cumming, she still had full function of our body. Meanwhile, I blearily counted out the longest orgasm of my life, beating my previous record by a whole ten seconds. Finally, Carole pulled me out of Ian’s mouth and let him cough, catching his breath. Vulnerable like that, I felt Carole reach down and pick Ian up with little difficulty. Was it possible that we actually had all the physical power that that gym girl had? Or was this perhaps a product of hers and my combined strength?
We carried our partner to the bed where we deposited him on his back and forced open his legs. But rather than penetrate him immediately, Carole rubbed my length against his outer folds, teasing both of us.
After a few agonizing seconds of this, Ian broke down.
“If you’re going to put it in, do it already…” he whimpered.
“Oh? Sounds like you want it now.” Carole made us taunt.
…
“Beg me for it.”
Ian’s face scrunched up. “...Please give it to me.”
“Be more specific,” Carole demanded.
“Please shove it inside me. Your big black cock! I want you to fuck my pussy with your giant black dick!” Ian squeaked.
Carole pulled back our hips, lined up my shaft and drove it in to the base with one swift motion. Ian gagged and twitched as the stimulation overwhelmed him. I felt Carole reach behind our neck and peel off the gym girl’s face. Carole leaned us down pinning Ian beneath us, the husk of the gym girl’s head hanging from our neck.
“If you ever want to feel this again, you’ll pledge to be my slave. You’ll never threaten me or Ross again, you’ll act like nothing ever happened around him, but you’ll answer to me when I call for you, and you won’t tell anyone else about these skinsuits ever again. Understand?” She laid out her terms in a deathly severe tone right in Ian’s ear. I heard a gurgling in Ian’s throat but that wasn’t enough for Carole. She pulled out a bit and jerked my dick back in again. “Do you understand?” she repeated.
Ian finally mustered the self control to swallow. “Yes, Ma’am. I understand,” he answered hoarsely.
“Good. Now that that’s taken care of. Let’s enjoy ourselves properly.”
I felt us straighten back up and pull the gym girl’s head back over our shared Carole head, restoring the tomboy’s façade. Then Carole relinquished control, leaving me to fuck my friend. I thought it’d be weirder, but with the cute girl skinsuit he had put on, and the delightfully tight pussy squeezing my thinly veiled dick, I found it surprisingly easy to enjoy shoving myself in and out of “Mary.” “Her” lustful moans encouraged me as I felt myself get close again. When I felt my second ejaculation begin, I stuffed my rod in as deep as it would go, spewing jizz all over my friend’s fake insides but in a fuzzy thought, I pulled out at what I estimated was my half way point, and pointed my shaft at Ian’s prone body, spraying him with spurt after spurt of my enhanced, thick seed. I didn’t keep track of time, but I may have broken my record again then, and thanks to the drug I still felt like I had more to give.
“Hey, roll over onto your stomach and point your ass this way,” I instructed him. “I’m going to take your anal virginity tonight, too.”
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Needless to say, Ian did not give my girlfriend any problems after that.
Previous story: https://www.outfoxstories.com/blog/commission/smyzxb_vulnerability/
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Mrs. Rackert’s huge, soft tits felt like dough in my hands. Kneading them from behind was almost as intoxicating as the feeling of her folds convulsing around my cock.
“Ah… Ross, your hard rod, it’s so big! It’s rampaging inside me! I’m gonna cum!” Mrs. Rackert moaned in between panting breaths. Her long dirty blonde hair disheveled and flecked with glistening sweat from our rough copulation. “Ross, I’m cumming!”
“I’m cumming, too, Mrs. Rackert. Hnnghn!”
I felt my sacs tighten, a pressure building in my loins causing me to lose my rhythm. Feeling the incoming orgasm, I let go of Mrs. Rackert’s tits and took hold of her plump hips and pulled, driving my penis in as deep as I could before it exploded, pumping load after load into my professor’s innermost depths. My vision blurred as my ejaculation went on: ten seconds, twenty, thirty seconds; I almost made it to forty before I felt my high start to fade. As the pleasure dimmed, I became more aware of the semen leaking from Mrs. Rackert’s snatch, oozing out thickly to pool on the sheets below us. I was panting myself as I pulled out and flopped back onto my butt upon the soggy bedsheets. I saw Mrs. Rackert’s curvy figure slump tummy down as well. We both took a minute to catch our breath after the wild sex. This ejaculation volume booster my girlfriend found was incredible, but it took proportionally more out of me, cumming that much for that long.
Mrs. Rackert stirred first. Pulling herself up into a sitting position, I watched as she ran a hand over her body, wicking jizz from the puddle from her breasts, and stomach. She looked me in the eye as she dropped the collected cum from her hand into her mouth and swallowed.
“Ross, you’re such a naughty boy, seducing your professor like this. You know I can’t give you extra credit for this,” she purred. The sights and sounds threatened to pierce my refractory period and make me hard again in a hurry.
But, her words themselves had the opposite effect.
“Shit… Mrs. Rackert’s a fine piece of ass, but you had to bring up class and now I can’t forget how she failed me…”
The shapely professor’s demeanor changed suddenly from seductive to sympathetic.
“Aww, sorry about that, hun,” she apologized. Shaking out her golden curls, she reached behind her neck, and moments later, her facial features deformed, deflating as the person under her skin removed the head mask portion of the skinsuit.
“We were doing so well, too. It really is too bad you have bad memories with this woman. She’s got a banging body for an older lady,” Carole remarked, as if Mrs. Rackert was any older than 30. My girlfriend's face emerged from Mrs. Rackert’s back and the latter’s vacated head rested flaccidly upon her huge bosom, yellow hair spilling out around her chest and down her front. Leaving the suit in that partially removed state, Carole crawled forward on Mrs. Rackert’s hands and knees to kiss me.
“It is nice to get to plow her. I’d always wanted to do that, even since the first class,” I agreed when she let my lips go.
“And now you have,” my girlfriend giggled, sitting back and once more running a hand along Mrs. Rackert’s bodyline. “Imagine if we filmed ourselves and sent the video to her husband?”
I frowned. “That’s cruel. And if anything, that would send the mister after my head as much as get between their marriage.”
“Not if you put on a suit first. I have one of a big black guy with a huge dick. I bet Mrs. Rackert would look great taking a BBC. Alternatively, imagine his face seeing his wife railed by a girl with a cock.”
I shook my head more firmly. “No. As much as I clashed with her, it would be wrong to mess up her life like that.” Sometimes I worried about my girlfriend’s morals.
Skinsuits - a technological marvel that changed the wearer externally to whatever appearance the skinsuit was modeled after. Whether it was a real person or a fictional one, skinsuits could impersonate anyone with near perfect accuracy, and with spatial shaping technology, no disparity between wearer and disguise was incompatible. Even I, a nearly 6 ft tall 20 year old man was able to become a sexy 5’6” bombshell thanks to skinsuits.
Since then Carole and I have made skinsuits almost ubiquitous in our sex life. I didn't always use one but, on the few occasions I did, my experiences were split between becoming a girl myself to play with Carole’s cumming dildo when she wanted to take the lead and getting to try out different male body types (both usually at Carole's request). Carole herself almost always wore a skinsuit for sex these days. She gave me the chance to sleep with a wider diversity of women than I could have ever dreamed of, from my hot professor this semester to the cute convenience store android greeter modeled after a busty bunny girl, to famous celebrities. I could practically point at any woman we saw and say a word, and in a day or two, I could be fucking her. Or rather, my girlfriend in a skinsuit of the woman we saw. Thus, I had been indoctrinated in the special pleasures and privileges of skinsuits.
Even watching her put on or strip from a skinsuit had shifted from an alarming and disturbing sight to an arousing spectacle for me. But I noticed Carole’s expression sober as she removed the rest of Mrs. Rackert’s skinsuit, returning to her natural, slender form.
“Um… Ross, I have some bad news.”
I blinked. “What is it?”
“Well… It’s about Ian… somehow he found out about my skinsuits and is… pestering me about them.”
“That… could be a problem, yes…” I scowled thoughtfully. Ian was a good friend, perhaps even my best friend here at college, but he had a whimsical side that sometimes made him hard to read, and recently he’d been a bit more… bold in talking about his tastes in women. I could see him learning about skinsuits and the special play I enjoyed through my girlfriend and them being… enviable. Though, it was curious that he hadn’t mentioned anything to me about it yet.
“Sorry if he’s given you a hard time. I’ll have a talk with him about it,” I offered, though I hadn’t really formed a proper plan for the confrontation yet.
“Well, actually, I have a different idea,” Carole suggested. “And I want your help for it.”
“Sure, anything for you, Love.”
My beautiful girlfriend smiled mischievously. “That’s what I like to hear.”
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“We’re doing what?” I asked incredulously.
A few days later, my girlfriend invited me back over to her place to execute her plan to deal with Ian. Having shared little of her plan back when she first brought it up, I was informed only to be ready to suit up. None of my experience with skinsuits thus far prepared me for this though.
Inside her apartment, I found my girlfriend seated on the edge of her bed, naked and suited up to her thighs in a pale skinsuit, with nearly identical red locks hanging from the suit’s empty head.
“Come, join me inside this suit,” she repeated patiently. A small smile turned up the corners of her lips.
“We… we can do that?”
Carole nodded. “This one’s special. I had it made specially for two simultaneous wearers.”
“How does that-”
“Just put it on with me, and you’ll find out! It’ll be far easier to experience than to try to explain it,” Carole cut him off. That statement could summarize a lot of skinsuit experiences. “You go in front for this,” she added.
As I drew closer, the suit did look a bit looser around her legs than normal. Usually the suits were pretty tight, but this didn’t look like there was nearly enough space to add me to the insides.
“Don’t worry, it’ll stretch.”
“A-alright. Don’t blame me if it tears or something though…”
Despite my fears though, my girlfriend was right as usual. After stripping out of my clothes, I discovered that the suit did indeed stretch enough for me to push my legs in with Carole’s. I had to practically sit in her lap as I worked myself in, but once it was on up to my thighs like it was for her, we both were able to work together to pull it up the rest of us. Having four hands balanced out the extra awkwardness of fitting around two bodies, and even knowing spatial shapers could work miracles, it was hard to feel confident about how we would look when it was all finished.
We inserted our arms into the suit’s together, ending the Shiva-like boon of multiple arms and presenting the first difficulty I was worried about: who would control our combined body? But I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised to feel my girlfriend take charge while I was mulling over how to ask the question - Our arms felt as one, but they moved without my consent, quickly resuming the process of pulling the suit taut in the necessary places and pulling the head piece up over both of our heads. In the darkness of the mask pre-fitting, I felt us seal up the seam along our back, the feeling of sharing senses with the skinsuit already setting in for the parts of us that were already properly wearing it. Our hands adjusted the head piece and abruptly, I felt the suit take over my senses in full.
No longer was I sitting on my girlfriend’s lap, but instead, I was simply sitting on the edge of her bed, naked. The mirror on her make up table across the room reflected my girlfriend’s face upon our visage, the rest of our body as slim and properly shaped as she always looked in the nude.
“See? No one can tell we’re both in here together.” My girlfriend’s voice was like a whisper, clear but quiet, and seeming to come from just behind my ear. I wondered if it was audible at all to anyone outside.
“And because I’m registered as the suit owner, I also have master control over this body, too,” I felt the surreal experience of saying with my own lips, even though they were not my words. I felt us stand and saunter over to her walk-in closet and scan the section in the back where a multitude of skinsuits hung. I recognized several from our recent sexcapades, but I was surprised to see many more I wasn’t familiar with.
“Now, then, this is the next part of my plan.” Carole’s voice returned to the whisper version of her voice.
I felt us pick out one particular tanned skinsuit with short straw blonde hair as well as a second smaller pale peach suit with longer mousey-brown hair. We folded both over one arm before turning to a dresser in the closet and opening the top drawer. Inside was a black leather harness with a ring mount on the front - a strap-on harness. We carried the three items out of the closet and dropped them on the bed. From her nightstand, we picked up a pack of condoms. They were a dated style contraceptive in this era, but they were still available from most sex shops for novelty. These ones appeared to be shiny black latex. Lastly, I recognized the ejaculation volume boosting drug I had taken last time in the top drawer of the nightstand.
“We’re… I’m going to be fucking Ian, aren’t I?” I tried to whisper in the same stealth way Carole seemed to be able to talk in my ear, but I seemed only able to move our shared mouth and speak with my girlfriend's voice.
“Clever boy,” Carole murmured. I could hear the mirth even in her whisper. She knocked back a dose of the drug. I could only assume being in front was what made it go to my stomach; I could feel the water she drank with it quench some of my thirst. “Here, you can take over. Pack the suits up in that duffle and pick a nice outfit for us. Whatever strikes your fancy.”
“Leave me with the manual labor, huh? Alright,” I complained jokingly. As promised, I found myself in full control. Moving about felt as normal as my own body, aside from the difference in center of gravity. I almost couldn’t even tell that the suit I was wearing had an extra passenger - it was mostly no different than that vague feeling of tightness over my whole body that I remembered from the last time I wore a skinsuit. That made it easy enough to pack our bag, pick out a simple low cut yellow empire waist blouse and form fitting jeans and put them on (Carole helped with our bra).
“Not bold enough to try a skirt or dress?” Carole teased in my ear. I chose not to answer.
With the duffle on our shoulder, we locked up Carole’s apartment and set out.
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I faked a disgusted scowl.
“This is what you wanted, right? If I do this, you won’t tell Ross?” I grumbled. It was weird referring to myself in third person, as if I wasn’t there.
“Yes. Don’t worry, your secret will be safe with me!” My dark skinned friend was practically salivating as I stripped Carole’s body in the privacy of his apartment. That… was also weird, but my discomfort about it helped fuel my acting, so I tried to embrace it rather than suppress it (Carole’s idea). It was impossible to cover both her bare nipples and crotch with one hand, but I did my best, keeping one hand free to pull the tan skinsuit out of our duffle first.
“This is her, right? The girl from your gym?”
“Oh shit. Yeah, that looks like her,” Ian confirmed.
“I’ve never met this woman, so I’m not going to be able to act like her, just so you know,” I added. Carole had offered some suggestions for this interstitial banter on the way here. Why she wasn’t controlling us herself if she had all these ideas of how to play this out was beyond me.
“It’s alright. I’ve barely ever talked to her either. Just pretend your a typical tomboy and that’d be fine,” Ian waved dismissively. “A tomboy who wants my dick,” he added after the fact.
I didn’t have to veil my disgust as I turned around and started threading our Carole legs into the new skinsuit’s. “Does this work?” I whispered to Carole. “Putting on another?”
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have planned it this way if it didn’t,” Carole assured me in her stealth voice.
That much made sense, so I kept going, pulling the suit up our waist and then putting on her arms and chest and finally stretching the head over my own. It was nice and easy with a suit with short hair for a change, and definitely more straightforward than having two people put on one suit together. The familiar darkness quickly fade just like before once I sealed up the back and when I opened my eyes, my point of view was higher than I had become used to. Perhaps even a little higher than my own.
“Whoa, holy shit!” I heard Ian gasp behind me, his voice cracking. “You really do look just like her… I mean, I know what I saw before, but… still…”
I turned, glancing over myself as I faced Ian again. I felt strong. This woman he had requested was ripped. She had well defined muscles, but not bulging so far that it interfered with a womanly silhouette. She had big boobs and equally big areola above six pack, or no, eight pack abs and a neatly shaved patch of pubic hair just above her slit.
I cleared my throat, hearing a huskier, lower pitch than I was used to from most of the women in my life.
“Ahem… s-so, what are you waiting for, uh… dude. Take your pants off already,” I told him. A tomboy was basically a girl acting like a guy… right? I didn’t exactly have much experience with this type.
Ian picked his jaw up off the floor and scrambled to undo his belt and shuck his pants, kicking them across the room and yanking down his boxers.
I felt Carole take over. Seems she wanted to pilot for this part herself at least, so I became a passenger just along for the ride in first person.
“Hey, lose the shirt, too. If I have to be buck naked, you do, too.”
“Huh? Oh… uh… fair...” Ian squawked but complied, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it with his pants. It was odd seeing my friend naked with a raging hard-on, even knowing that was where this encounter was headed from the start. It was only thanks to Carole making made me suck her dildo a number of times in the past that I wasn't totally grossed out as Carole guided our buff body in and wrapped our mouth around Ian’s pulsing brown shaft. In fact, feeling and tasting a real penis made me appreciate the accuracy of the craftsmanship of some of Carole’s dildos. They really were spot on recreations.
I should have expected that, as soon as we had taken Ian’s cock to its base, Carole would force me back in control.
“Oh my God,” Ian breathed as I choked in surprise. At least he enjoyed that. I recovered before he noticed anything and drawing on recent experience, continued the blow job as best I could until finally he came. Once again, I was startled by how well Carole’s fake cum emulated the taste of the real deal, and being used to the former made it easier to bear the slime spurting into my mouth now.
Pulling back, I felt Carole take control again. I felt a bit used, but, all things considered, the trend in swapping had been par for the course. Carole licked our lips.
“Not bad, Ian. But don’t think I’d be satisfied with just a blow job,” Carole made us say condescendingly. She reached down and grabbed his softening dick fiercely.
“Huh? W-wait, I just came. I’m still sensitive. And uh… it’s not like I can’t get hard again for a little bit!” Ian squealed.
Ian was usually a cool customer, so seeing him frantic like this, to this extent, was new to me.
Carole let him go with an indignant huff. We stood and returned to the duffle bag where she pulled out the second skinsuit and threw it at Ian.
“Since your dick is useless now, it’s your turn to put on a suit,” Carole sneered. She grabbed the strap-on harness and the condoms and turned away from Ian. “You saw me put this on, so you should be able to figure it out. Don’t worry about ripping it, it’ll stretch.”
“This is… a girl skinsuit? Wait, you want me to put this on? But…”
“Put it on, or I’ll put it on you,” Carole glared at him dangerously over our shoulder, making Ian yelp and start fumbling to obey. I caught a glance that the guy was actually hard again. He liked being bossed around by a strong woman, huh? No wonder Carole saw an opportunity to take advantage of the situation this way.
We focused once more on the strap-on harness, stepping into it and pulling it up to our hips. Before settling it fully in position though, Carole reached into the gym girl’s pussy with two fingers, then another. She went deeper and suddenly I felt an echo of the pleasure of fingering, multiplying the sensation. Did she… reach through the gym girl’s pussy to touch the Carole suit’s genitals, too? I realized what she was doing when her whole hand had almost disappeared to the wrist into the gym girl’s snatch and I felt our fingers close around my cock. This was the reason Carole had invited me along. Growing harder myself by the moment, Carole meticulously fished my dick out through two layers of suit till I protruded out through gym girl’s folds. Standing hard, size and awaiting volume bolstered by the drug earlier, my penis looked appropriately sized for her frame.
Carole opened up a condom and rolled it over me, tucking the edges into the gym girl’s pussy. Seeing the slick shine along my shaft, I understood then - it looked nearly indistinguishable from some of Carole’s black sex toys. And after she threaded it through the ring brace in the strap-on harness and finished securing the straps, it was even more convincing. We turned back to Ian to find him replaced by a petite young woman with long light brown hair and gray eyes. She had a modest chest which she seemed too distracted by to notice our approach.
“Hey, 'Mary,'” Carole grabbed the new girl by the head and yanked her close, leveling the gym girl’s “strap-on” in her face. “Suck on it.”
I could see Ian desperately processing the last few minutes’ events, clearly still hung up on the fact that he now had a female body. But at Carole’s insistence, mushing my concealed meat against “Mary’s” face, Ian hesitantly obeyed, accepting my “toy” into his mouth.
Ian was understandably not as good at fellatio as my girlfriend, but the inside of his mouth was warm and his sucking was not unpleasant in itself, so between the stimulation and the situation, not to mention the booster, it didn’t take long for me to cum.
To my surprise, through my orgasmic bliss, I saw my semen flood Ian’s mouth, gargling and sputtering out with each contraction and dribbling down “Mary’s” chin before spilling down her front. What a devious trick - Carole must have punctured the condoms’ tips beforehand for my ejaculate to escape the cover.
“Swallow it! Drink all of my cum!” Carole barked. Since she wasn’t the one cumming, she still had full function of our body. Meanwhile, I blearily counted out the longest orgasm of my life, beating my previous record by a whole ten seconds. Finally, Carole pulled me out of Ian’s mouth and let him cough, catching his breath. Vulnerable like that, I felt Carole reach down and pick Ian up with little difficulty. Was it possible that we actually had all the physical power that that gym girl had? Or was this perhaps a product of hers and my combined strength?
We carried our partner to the bed where we deposited him on his back and forced open his legs. But rather than penetrate him immediately, Carole rubbed my length against his outer folds, teasing both of us.
After a few agonizing seconds of this, Ian broke down.
“If you’re going to put it in, do it already…” he whimpered.
“Oh? Sounds like you want it now.” Carole made us taunt.
…
“Beg me for it.”
Ian’s face scrunched up. “...Please give it to me.”
“Be more specific,” Carole demanded.
“Please shove it inside me. Your big black cock! I want you to fuck my pussy with your giant black dick!” Ian squeaked.
Carole pulled back our hips, lined up my shaft and drove it in to the base with one swift motion. Ian gagged and twitched as the stimulation overwhelmed him. I felt Carole reach behind our neck and peel off the gym girl’s face. Carole leaned us down pinning Ian beneath us, the husk of the gym girl’s head hanging from our neck.
“If you ever want to feel this again, you’ll pledge to be my slave. You’ll never threaten me or Ross again, you’ll act like nothing ever happened around him, but you’ll answer to me when I call for you, and you won’t tell anyone else about these skinsuits ever again. Understand?” She laid out her terms in a deathly severe tone right in Ian’s ear. I heard a gurgling in Ian’s throat but that wasn’t enough for Carole. She pulled out a bit and jerked my dick back in again. “Do you understand?” she repeated.
Ian finally mustered the self control to swallow. “Yes, Ma’am. I understand,” he answered hoarsely.
“Good. Now that that’s taken care of. Let’s enjoy ourselves properly.”
I felt us straighten back up and pull the gym girl’s head back over our shared Carole head, restoring the tomboy’s façade. Then Carole relinquished control, leaving me to fuck my friend. I thought it’d be weirder, but with the cute girl skinsuit he had put on, and the delightfully tight pussy squeezing my thinly veiled dick, I found it surprisingly easy to enjoy shoving myself in and out of “Mary.” “Her” lustful moans encouraged me as I felt myself get close again. When I felt my second ejaculation begin, I stuffed my rod in as deep as it would go, spewing jizz all over my friend’s fake insides but in a fuzzy thought, I pulled out at what I estimated was my half way point, and pointed my shaft at Ian’s prone body, spraying him with spurt after spurt of my enhanced, thick seed. I didn’t keep track of time, but I may have broken my record again then, and thanks to the drug I still felt like I had more to give.
“Hey, roll over onto your stomach and point your ass this way,” I instructed him. “I’m going to take your anal virginity tonight, too.”
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Needless to say, Ian did not give my girlfriend any problems after that.
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Aisha volunteers for an unspecified medical research project, only to be left alone in a waiting room where absolutely nothing of interest happens to her. A fire in the building forces her to go home before she has a chance to participate in the experiment.At least that's how it seems at first.
Aisha sat impatiently in the bland, sterile room. Not literally sterile, but the spartan lack of decor and drab colouring made her feel like she was waiting in an unfurnished hospital ward. Admittedly, this was hardly surprising - she’d signed up to join some kind of mysterious medical experiment at uni after all - but it wouldn’t kill them to put in a pot plant or something.
The door opened, and Aisha gratefully rose from the sole chair in the room, only to sink back down in disappointment when she was told they would be ready for her soon. Not soon enough, she thought to herself.
Her leg bounced restlessly, and she began to question whether it had been worth signing up at all. Fifty bucks was fifty bucks, but if she wound up waiting here for hours she may as well have just worked a shift at some shitty little fast food place for all the good it would do her.
She shivered. This wasn’t a good attitude to have. She closed her eyes, breathed in deeply and steadied herself. How did the saying go?
“Patience is a virtue: Possess it if you can. Very rare in women and never in a man.”
Her grandmother had taught her that. A bit mean, but she grew up in mean times. Instead of getting frustrated, Aisha decided to challenge herself to see how long she could stay perfectly still. Like a Buddhist meditation kind of thing. Just sit still, stare straight ahead and focus on her breathing.
She was so focused that she almost jumped when the door opened again.
Someone in scrubs poked their head in and asked how she was feeling.
“Fine,” she lied, though admittedly the attempted meditation had seemed to be working for a moment.
Scrubs seemed to have something on their mind, but said simply that she would be called up shortly.
Aisha shivered again, the impatience returning. No! She was doing really well just a moment ago - hell, maybe she’d discovered a knack for inner peace. She focused on her breathing again, holding as perfectly still as possible. It wasn’t quite like dozing off or relaxing, she just found herself focusing on a specific state of being, sorta thing.
The door opened again to reveal the same person as before with someone else in a lab coat behind them.
“Still fine,” she said when they asked if everything was alright. Why did they keep checking up on her? They should just hurry up with whatever they were doing so she could have her turn, get paid and go home.
The technicians turned away, but not before she caught a fragment of a sentence.
“Nothing. Try turning up the signal strength-”
A tingle ran up Aisha’s back. What if she wasn’t just in a waiting room? Her eyes darted up to the corner of the room, where she spotted a black dot in the otherwise pure white ceiling. A camera? Ah, that would make sense: This was the test! They’d been testing her this whole time, but hadn’t said anything because they didn’t want any kind of placebo effect!
But what were they testing? Inaudible sound tech? Some kind of brain waves? That second one would make sense - she’d never been able to focus on being restful like this before, so if they were developing some kind of mind soothing ray or something that could be really cool.
Intent on testing the benefits of the technology, Aisha focused all of her senses on entering the same kind of trance state, shutting out as much of the physical world as possible to explore her inner mind of whatever people did when they meditated.
It must have worked very well, because she was shocked into wakefulness by the sudden scream of an alarm.
Standing up, she began to leave the room, but hesitated. Was it a drill? Was it part of the test?
In answer to her question, a nurse burst into the room, ordering her to leave immediately. The hallway was a mass of fearful people - not blind panic like you might see in the movies, but still a lot of scared people all going in the same direction.
She followed the crowd as it was directed into a mustering area, where she milled about aimlessly with the others. Should she stay? Whatever the test was, it was clearly over, but she felt like she should maybe debrief with someone before just disappearing. She couldn’t see anyone she recognised, and she doubted if anyone important would be bothered with a single test volunteer for a student’s research paper.
A nearby pair of double doors burst open, and a team of paramedics wheeled out a stretcher between them. There was a body on the stretcher, fully clothed in scrubs with some kind of breathing apparatus on his face. Aisha felt her gaze fixated on him as he was trundled from the faculty exit to a waiting ambulance, which took off with its sirens wailing.
She felt goosebumps rise on her skin, as though she’d stepped on her own grave. Fifty bucks was definitely not worth hanging around for, so she decided to leave instead.
She began walking away in a random direction - it didn’t matter where, she just wanted to be away from the place - before stopping and rummaging randomly through her purse. She didn’t feel like she was looking for something specific, just trying to keep her hands busy to distract herself, but she eventually grasped her keys and pulled them out.
That’s right - she’d driven to uni that day. Where had she parked? Her mind was all over the place.
Another rummage through her purse found a ticket stub from the nearby shopping mall. Yes, that’s right - she always parked there. Obviously. Gosh, whether it was the anxiety or whatever they were testing on her, it had really done a number on her immediate memory.
She hurried back to the mall, walking awkwardly and stumbling several times in her short heels. Everything felt wrong, and she spent several minutes lost in the carpark randomly pressing her key fob to see which car lit up.
By the time she dragged herself into the driver’s seat and closed the door behind her, she was a mess: Her heart was beating rapidly, she was out of breath and her ankles were agony.
That last one at least was easy to do something about: Aisha pulled off her heels and threw them onto the passenger seat. It didn’t matter that they had been a birthday present from her best friend - right now they just weren’t important. Getting home was important. Getting home and getting her mind right.
She fumbled for a keyhole in the side of the steering wheel, peering around when she found none and furrowed her brow. Grunting, she looked around the other side to see a tiny glowing start button. Of course - her car had never used the key for the ignition. Where the hell had that idea come from? Her hand groped for a parking brake that wasn’t there, forcing her to look down and toggle the little switch that disabled it. She went to crane her neck around behind her, only to be reminded that the car’s rear view camera gave her a much better view.
Carefully, as though she expected the car to suddenly lunge off without her, Aisha backed her car out of its parking bay and paused suddenly.
She grabbed her purse again, flicking through her cards. She had the parking ticket already, but she needed… aha! Her driver’s licence. She’d need this in case she was pulled over on the way home, and it would be a good idea to keep it handy. She found herself inspecting it for a while, as though searching it for inconsistencies. So long in fact, that someone waiting for her spot honked at her to move out of the way.
“Sorry!” she whispered to herself, moving back into the spot.
The other driver shook their head in frustration and drove off.
Aisha fumbled for her phone, unlocking it with her fingerprint and staring blankly at her icons before speaking.
“Okay Google?” she said, hesitantly.
Her phone made a “bah-bing” noise, and Aisha sighed in relief. At least this was working.
“Take me… home.”
Again, she held her breath as her phone processed the request.
“Okay, setting your route for home.”
Relief washed through Aisha. She knew her way back, obviously, but it paid to let Google pick the route in case there were any roadworks or accidents on the way. It also meant that she wouldn’t be in danger of taking a wrong turn out of absent-mindedness, though she did find herself in the wrong lane a few times.
Parking was a bit of a struggle, but she managed it eventually and took the elevator up to her floor.
The whole way up she found herself transfixed by her own blurry reflection on the steel wall. There was something odd about her appearance, something that she couldn’t quite pick. Her makeup and hair were ruined, sure but it was more than that. There was something about her eyes, or about her own expression. Had she ever looked at herself like this before? It was like seeing a stranger in the mirror.
The elevator dinged, and she got out, managing to go down the wrong hallway twice before finally finding her apartment door. Even her keys seemed unfamiliar - a process that she could usually do while drunk in pitch darkness (and had done so a couple of times) she now fumbled, trying roughly half the keys on her chain before finally hearing the lock click.
Aisha stumbled into the foyer limp with relief, closing and locking the door behind her.
A sense of unease stole over her and she stood perfectly still, listening for the smallest sound.
“Hello?” She said, as loudly as she dared. She lived alone, and the door had been locked, so if there were any trespassers, maybe announcing herself wasn’t the best idea, but she’d done it now.
Putting her handbag down, she carefully made her way through the entire apartment, room by room, door by door. She checked everywhere - even the spaces where no human could possibly fit - before returning to the kitchen and opening up the fridge.
Some food! That should help her get her head straight.
Aisha opened a jar of olives and sniffed. Not really a meal, but maybe a couple as a snack to start with? She pensively put one in her mouth.
She chewed thoughtfully, an expression of surprise on her face. She loved olives, but it was nice to know that these ones… hadn’t gone bad? Since yesterday, when she had bought them?
She picked a few other items at random.
Pickles? Tasty.
Leafy greens? Fine.
She sniffed the deep, rich aroma of some leftover vegan lasagne before heating it up in the microwave. She chewed thoughtfully as she sifted through the contents of her cupboard. It was funny how much stuff kind of just built up over time that you completely forgot about. She spent some time reading the instructions or ingredients on boxes at random, just for the hell of it.
Carrying the half-empty plate, she sat down at her computer and turned it on, staring blankly at the empty password field.
She knew her password. She absolutely knew her password. By muscle memory if nothing else. Why couldn’t she remember her password? What the fuck had they done to her? Clicking for other login options, Aisha was relieved to see that she had enabled facial recognition and signed in, changing her password to something that she wouldn’t forget this time.
B-r-@-n-d-N-3-w-B-0-d-y
Perfect. Aisha had no idea where the phrase came from, but it felt right somehow.
She quickly opened up her socials and began scrolling through the feeds of local news pages. She didn’t really know what she was looking for until she found it:
Police have confirmed that a death has occurred at the medical faculty of Mahkra University shortly after a fire broke out early this afternoon. 35 year old Shane Wallace was testing a prototype medical device when it malfunctioned, setting the room alight. He was taken out of the building in an unconscious state, but staff at the Royal Southern Hospital were unable to revive him.
“I was already dead,” Aisha said with a wry grin.
Wait, what? Had she said that? Aisha felt like the words had come from somewhere else, but didn’t have time to dwell on the strangeness of the moment, choosing instead to go to the bathroom and splash cold water on her face and try to pull her mind together.
There it was again: That look on her face. It was a kind of… intensity in her eyes that she’d never seen on herself before. Was it a side effect of the test that they’d done on her? Given how badly it has messed with her mind, then almost definitely.
Aisha turned her head from side to side, examining herself carefully for any physical sign of injury. She moved closer to the mirror, going over every feature on her face. She even opened her mouth, pulling her lips to one side and then the other to inspect her teeth. Not that she expected anything to be wrong there, but it didn’t hurt to check.
She squished her cheeks in. She stuck her tongue out. She pulled down her eyelids and laughed. The silliness helped to dispel some of the anxiety, and she began to feel more like herself at last.
She stood up straight again, still staring at her reflection, still with that strange look in her eye.
She bit her lip. She looked cute when she bit her lip. She looked pensive, vulnerable, even.
“Can you hear me?” She said to her reflection.
Nobody replied, but she stared as though willing her other self to respond.
“If you’re still in there, say something,” she said.
She relaxed her mouth, letting all of the tension leave her jaw, her lips barely parted.
Her reflection stared back in silence.
“Blub blub blub blub blub,” she said, and grinned. It felt good to talk, even if it was just nonsense.
“This body’s name,” she began slowly. “Is Aisha Knight.”
She felt a thrill run through her body. That was weird, but it felt good.
“My name,” she said, enunciating every syllable as though savouring a rare fruit. “Is Aisha Knight.”
A tingle crept up the back of her neck, and Aisha felt her nipples harden under her shirt.
Hurriedly, Aisha unbuttoned her shirt, tossing it aside before struggling briefly with her bra. With her breasts freed, she turned back to herself, drinking in the sight of her naked upper half.
It was with a bizarre sense of wonder that she cupped her own breasts in both hands, holding them as though she’d never seen them before in her life.
“I’m touching your tits, Aisha,” she said to herself. “They’re my tits now. All of you belongs to me now.”
With every word she felt herself getting hotter, and she shivered as she brought her fingers up to do little circles around her nipples.
“Oh, that feels magical,” she purred. “And such good luck that I got a body as nice as yours.”
The words were just coming out of her, like some kind of script that had snuck its way into her brain.
That was it! The test she had signed up for! Those perverted little shits must have implanted some kind of twisted fetish into her! And now she was ogling herself and feeling herself up like some horny teenager!
She watched herself pull down both skirt and panties together, stepping forward wearing nothing but her socks and standing with legs apart, her pussy barely visible in her reflection.
She wanted to be mad. She wanted to be angry. But never in her life had she found herself as hot as she did now, and the burning hunger for her own body made her feel alive in ways she had never dreamed of before.
Swaying her hips from side to side, she delicately drew her fingers from her knees along her inner thighs until finally brushing against the lips of her vulva. The sensation was unlike anything she’d felt during any of her masturbation sessions in the past - her body reacted as though her own hands belonged to a stranger.
Ah! There it was again! The sensation of having someone else looking at her through her eyes; a feeling that should have brought on a sense of fear and horror but now instead filled her with lust.
They’d done something to her brain. That’s why she fell so deeply into those meditative trances. God knows what would have happened if the fire alarm hadn’t gone off - they might have continued playing with her mind all afternoon. She might have wound up a vegetable if they had gone on for too long, or a mindless slave.
The sound of her own voice cooing in delight made her realise that absent of her own thoughts, her body had begun playing with itself in earnest. Aisha was in no condition to stop her own hands, sliding along the length of her pussy, slick with her juices.
It wasn’t her fault! She couldn’t help herself! Her body had developed a mind of its own, and all she could do was give in to its desires while being buffeted by the tides of ecstasy.
She felt her knees tremble and almost give way, causing her to lurch forwards and catch herself on the basin. She couldn’t do this standing anymore - she turned around and stumbled towards her bed, rolling onto her back with her head propped up on the pillows.
Lying back, she admired the view of her own body, starting from the soft mounds of her breasts to the valley of her sex framed by her legs on either side.
She had a dildo, but it seemed all too far away now that she had gotten comfortable. Instead leaned back, closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of running a single digit up and down the lips of her sex, her body squirming when it brushed against her clit.
It was a simple thing, but she felt her mind sinking into the same meditative state as she had in the test room. Only instead of focusing on her breathing, she now found her entire sense of being reduced to her pussy lips as they were stroked by a stranger’s hand again and again and again.
She didn’t make the conscious decision to penetrate herself, but when a single finger slid its way into her, she felt as though her very soul was being invaded. It felt incredible to let her own body have its way with her, and she wondered briefly if the nerds running the tests had experienced this themselves before implanting it in others.
Her body cried out, a rapturous smile lighting up her face. Her fingers quickened their pace, finding a rhythm and range that stroked just the right spot inside her. She felt the pressure rising inside her, and for a brief moment considered prolonging the pleasure, but her fingers had other ideas; bringing her to a violent and vocal climax.
A sudden banging on her bedroom wall snapped her out of her euphoria, and she curled up on herself in sudden panic.
Oh shit! She’d completely forgotten how thin the walls were here! The neighbours must have heard everything!
Despite her embarrassment, she grinned, a remnant wisp of arousal still creeping through her.
“Oopsie,” she said to herself. “I guess I’ll have to be quiet if I don’t want to draw attention.”
Again, the echo of a thrill passed through her, as though simply acting as if she was possessed or mind controlled was enough to arouse her.
Well, it was, wasn’t it?
She carefully considered her options as she slid off the bed, tip-toeing guiltily back into the bathroom. The responsible part of her wanted to go straight back to the faculty and demand that they reverse whatever they had done to her, or else threaten to tell the police what they were up to and get them all arrested for… well, whatever. The irresponsible part of her…
She found herself staring back into the mirror again, still flushed with the fading climax and faintly buzzing for another round.
She turned on the shower, taking several attempts to get the balance of hot and cold water correct - something she’d mastered long ago but yet one more thing that she’d somehow forgotten how to do.
Stepping into the steaming deluge, she tilted the shower head so that she could feel the spray against each part of her body, starting at the legs and working slowly upwards.
It was incredible. Something she’d done a million times before without a second thought had become a delightfully sensual experience: She could almost make out every individual droplet of water hitting her skin and lighting her up. She gasped when the water hit her chest, and she remained frozen in place, mesmerised by the sensation for what felt like hours before finally raising it to her face, letting the hot water run into and flow out of her open mouth.
It even tasted better.
She washed her body with excruciating slowness, examining every part of herself as though discovering it for the first time. Well, “washed” only really applied to the first ten minutes or so: Once every part of her had been lathered and rinsed, she took the opportunity to give her tits a thorough massage, testing how rough she could be without hurting herself before letting her hands wander downwards.
She kept her voice down, letting the running water drown out her occasional moan or exclamation. It was mind-blowing how much better playing with herself felt, and she began to wonder what sex might feel like when the water suddenly ran cold, shocking every ounce of arousal out of her.
She hurriedly shut off the water, cursing as she towelled herself dry. She’d been so lost in herself that she’d completely forgotten about the limit on hot water - probably for the best, as she might have stayed in there all afternoon otherwise.
Now thoroughly sober, Aisha picked up her phone and flopped back onto bed, still damp but not caring in the slightest. She scrolled through the contents of her phone with one hand - photos, videos, texts - while casually stroking herself with the other, bringing her body steadily back up to an ambient state of excitement.
A new message popped up from one of her uni friends with a link.
---Weren’t you just there?---
It was another article about the fire and death at the university. For some reason, Aisha found herself scrolling up through several days worth of her chat history before replying.
---Yeah, just got home. Was halfway through the test when the fire started.---
Well, they never said that to her explicitly but given how messed up her head was, they’d definitely tried to do SOMETHING to her.
---omg, what were they testing on you?---
---nfi tbh. They never said but my head is all fucked up and I can’t remember shit atm.---
---wtf!?!? What are you gonna do? You should tell the cops.---
Aisha thought about it for a moment.
---Maybe. I can’t prove anything atm. Hopefully if I go back they can reverse it or something.---
---They fucking better or imma slap a mfker.---
---lol. Gonna destress for a bit and see if I can sleep it off. ttyl---
---kk baiiiiii---
Tossing the phone to one side, Aisha stood up and strode over to her bedroom mirror, still naked and still casually stroking with one hand.
That look was still there. She’d always taken for granted that her face was just her face, but it had settled into an expression that made it seem almost alien. Like another personality was wearing her like a mask. She liked the idea.
“I’m pretty sure you can hear me,” she said conversationally to herself. “Even if you don’t know it’s me saying this.”
It felt nice to play along with the idea of being controlled.
“But I figure you should know that this is my body now,” she continued. “The moment I saw you come in, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in your skin.”
Or better yet - that she was the one that had taken control of this body from someone else!
“I actually didn’t know if overloading the machine would work, but I knew there was a chance, and here we are.”
So what if the nerds had been pervs about it - she didn’t have to go back and nobody ever needed to know.
“So now you belong to me. All of you. And you get to come along for the ride, never knowing you’ve lost control.”
Aisha felt another climax rising and kept her eyes locked on the mirror so that she could watch herself as she came
“And nobody else needs to know either,” she said to herself with a grin, sliding her fingers back inside her pussy at a steadily increasing pace.
“It’ll be our little secret.”
Aisha sat impatiently in the bland, sterile room. Not literally sterile, but the spartan lack of decor and drab colouring made her feel like she was waiting in an unfurnished hospital ward. Admittedly, this was hardly surprising - she’d signed up to join some kind of mysterious medical experiment at uni after all - but it wouldn’t kill them to put in a pot plant or something.
The door opened, and Aisha gratefully rose from the sole chair in the room, only to sink back down in disappointment when she was told they would be ready for her soon. Not soon enough, she thought to herself.
Her leg bounced restlessly, and she began to question whether it had been worth signing up at all. Fifty bucks was fifty bucks, but if she wound up waiting here for hours she may as well have just worked a shift at some shitty little fast food place for all the good it would do her.
She shivered. This wasn’t a good attitude to have. She closed her eyes, breathed in deeply and steadied herself. How did the saying go?
“Patience is a virtue: Possess it if you can. Very rare in women and never in a man.”
Her grandmother had taught her that. A bit mean, but she grew up in mean times. Instead of getting frustrated, Aisha decided to challenge herself to see how long she could stay perfectly still. Like a Buddhist meditation kind of thing. Just sit still, stare straight ahead and focus on her breathing.
She was so focused that she almost jumped when the door opened again.
Someone in scrubs poked their head in and asked how she was feeling.
“Fine,” she lied, though admittedly the attempted meditation had seemed to be working for a moment.
Scrubs seemed to have something on their mind, but said simply that she would be called up shortly.
Aisha shivered again, the impatience returning. No! She was doing really well just a moment ago - hell, maybe she’d discovered a knack for inner peace. She focused on her breathing again, holding as perfectly still as possible. It wasn’t quite like dozing off or relaxing, she just found herself focusing on a specific state of being, sorta thing.
The door opened again to reveal the same person as before with someone else in a lab coat behind them.
“Still fine,” she said when they asked if everything was alright. Why did they keep checking up on her? They should just hurry up with whatever they were doing so she could have her turn, get paid and go home.
The technicians turned away, but not before she caught a fragment of a sentence.
“Nothing. Try turning up the signal strength-”
A tingle ran up Aisha’s back. What if she wasn’t just in a waiting room? Her eyes darted up to the corner of the room, where she spotted a black dot in the otherwise pure white ceiling. A camera? Ah, that would make sense: This was the test! They’d been testing her this whole time, but hadn’t said anything because they didn’t want any kind of placebo effect!
But what were they testing? Inaudible sound tech? Some kind of brain waves? That second one would make sense - she’d never been able to focus on being restful like this before, so if they were developing some kind of mind soothing ray or something that could be really cool.
Intent on testing the benefits of the technology, Aisha focused all of her senses on entering the same kind of trance state, shutting out as much of the physical world as possible to explore her inner mind of whatever people did when they meditated.
It must have worked very well, because she was shocked into wakefulness by the sudden scream of an alarm.
Standing up, she began to leave the room, but hesitated. Was it a drill? Was it part of the test?
In answer to her question, a nurse burst into the room, ordering her to leave immediately. The hallway was a mass of fearful people - not blind panic like you might see in the movies, but still a lot of scared people all going in the same direction.
She followed the crowd as it was directed into a mustering area, where she milled about aimlessly with the others. Should she stay? Whatever the test was, it was clearly over, but she felt like she should maybe debrief with someone before just disappearing. She couldn’t see anyone she recognised, and she doubted if anyone important would be bothered with a single test volunteer for a student’s research paper.
A nearby pair of double doors burst open, and a team of paramedics wheeled out a stretcher between them. There was a body on the stretcher, fully clothed in scrubs with some kind of breathing apparatus on his face. Aisha felt her gaze fixated on him as he was trundled from the faculty exit to a waiting ambulance, which took off with its sirens wailing.
She felt goosebumps rise on her skin, as though she’d stepped on her own grave. Fifty bucks was definitely not worth hanging around for, so she decided to leave instead.
She began walking away in a random direction - it didn’t matter where, she just wanted to be away from the place - before stopping and rummaging randomly through her purse. She didn’t feel like she was looking for something specific, just trying to keep her hands busy to distract herself, but she eventually grasped her keys and pulled them out.
That’s right - she’d driven to uni that day. Where had she parked? Her mind was all over the place.
Another rummage through her purse found a ticket stub from the nearby shopping mall. Yes, that’s right - she always parked there. Obviously. Gosh, whether it was the anxiety or whatever they were testing on her, it had really done a number on her immediate memory.
She hurried back to the mall, walking awkwardly and stumbling several times in her short heels. Everything felt wrong, and she spent several minutes lost in the carpark randomly pressing her key fob to see which car lit up.
By the time she dragged herself into the driver’s seat and closed the door behind her, she was a mess: Her heart was beating rapidly, she was out of breath and her ankles were agony.
That last one at least was easy to do something about: Aisha pulled off her heels and threw them onto the passenger seat. It didn’t matter that they had been a birthday present from her best friend - right now they just weren’t important. Getting home was important. Getting home and getting her mind right.
She fumbled for a keyhole in the side of the steering wheel, peering around when she found none and furrowed her brow. Grunting, she looked around the other side to see a tiny glowing start button. Of course - her car had never used the key for the ignition. Where the hell had that idea come from? Her hand groped for a parking brake that wasn’t there, forcing her to look down and toggle the little switch that disabled it. She went to crane her neck around behind her, only to be reminded that the car’s rear view camera gave her a much better view.
Carefully, as though she expected the car to suddenly lunge off without her, Aisha backed her car out of its parking bay and paused suddenly.
She grabbed her purse again, flicking through her cards. She had the parking ticket already, but she needed… aha! Her driver’s licence. She’d need this in case she was pulled over on the way home, and it would be a good idea to keep it handy. She found herself inspecting it for a while, as though searching it for inconsistencies. So long in fact, that someone waiting for her spot honked at her to move out of the way.
“Sorry!” she whispered to herself, moving back into the spot.
The other driver shook their head in frustration and drove off.
Aisha fumbled for her phone, unlocking it with her fingerprint and staring blankly at her icons before speaking.
“Okay Google?” she said, hesitantly.
Her phone made a “bah-bing” noise, and Aisha sighed in relief. At least this was working.
“Take me… home.”
Again, she held her breath as her phone processed the request.
“Okay, setting your route for home.”
Relief washed through Aisha. She knew her way back, obviously, but it paid to let Google pick the route in case there were any roadworks or accidents on the way. It also meant that she wouldn’t be in danger of taking a wrong turn out of absent-mindedness, though she did find herself in the wrong lane a few times.
Parking was a bit of a struggle, but she managed it eventually and took the elevator up to her floor.
The whole way up she found herself transfixed by her own blurry reflection on the steel wall. There was something odd about her appearance, something that she couldn’t quite pick. Her makeup and hair were ruined, sure but it was more than that. There was something about her eyes, or about her own expression. Had she ever looked at herself like this before? It was like seeing a stranger in the mirror.
The elevator dinged, and she got out, managing to go down the wrong hallway twice before finally finding her apartment door. Even her keys seemed unfamiliar - a process that she could usually do while drunk in pitch darkness (and had done so a couple of times) she now fumbled, trying roughly half the keys on her chain before finally hearing the lock click.
Aisha stumbled into the foyer limp with relief, closing and locking the door behind her.
A sense of unease stole over her and she stood perfectly still, listening for the smallest sound.
“Hello?” She said, as loudly as she dared. She lived alone, and the door had been locked, so if there were any trespassers, maybe announcing herself wasn’t the best idea, but she’d done it now.
Putting her handbag down, she carefully made her way through the entire apartment, room by room, door by door. She checked everywhere - even the spaces where no human could possibly fit - before returning to the kitchen and opening up the fridge.
Some food! That should help her get her head straight.
Aisha opened a jar of olives and sniffed. Not really a meal, but maybe a couple as a snack to start with? She pensively put one in her mouth.
She chewed thoughtfully, an expression of surprise on her face. She loved olives, but it was nice to know that these ones… hadn’t gone bad? Since yesterday, when she had bought them?
She picked a few other items at random.
Pickles? Tasty.
Leafy greens? Fine.
She sniffed the deep, rich aroma of some leftover vegan lasagne before heating it up in the microwave. She chewed thoughtfully as she sifted through the contents of her cupboard. It was funny how much stuff kind of just built up over time that you completely forgot about. She spent some time reading the instructions or ingredients on boxes at random, just for the hell of it.
Carrying the half-empty plate, she sat down at her computer and turned it on, staring blankly at the empty password field.
She knew her password. She absolutely knew her password. By muscle memory if nothing else. Why couldn’t she remember her password? What the fuck had they done to her? Clicking for other login options, Aisha was relieved to see that she had enabled facial recognition and signed in, changing her password to something that she wouldn’t forget this time.
B-r-@-n-d-N-3-w-B-0-d-y
Perfect. Aisha had no idea where the phrase came from, but it felt right somehow.
She quickly opened up her socials and began scrolling through the feeds of local news pages. She didn’t really know what she was looking for until she found it:
Police have confirmed that a death has occurred at the medical faculty of Mahkra University shortly after a fire broke out early this afternoon. 35 year old Shane Wallace was testing a prototype medical device when it malfunctioned, setting the room alight. He was taken out of the building in an unconscious state, but staff at the Royal Southern Hospital were unable to revive him.
“I was already dead,” Aisha said with a wry grin.
Wait, what? Had she said that? Aisha felt like the words had come from somewhere else, but didn’t have time to dwell on the strangeness of the moment, choosing instead to go to the bathroom and splash cold water on her face and try to pull her mind together.
There it was again: That look on her face. It was a kind of… intensity in her eyes that she’d never seen on herself before. Was it a side effect of the test that they’d done on her? Given how badly it has messed with her mind, then almost definitely.
Aisha turned her head from side to side, examining herself carefully for any physical sign of injury. She moved closer to the mirror, going over every feature on her face. She even opened her mouth, pulling her lips to one side and then the other to inspect her teeth. Not that she expected anything to be wrong there, but it didn’t hurt to check.
She squished her cheeks in. She stuck her tongue out. She pulled down her eyelids and laughed. The silliness helped to dispel some of the anxiety, and she began to feel more like herself at last.
She stood up straight again, still staring at her reflection, still with that strange look in her eye.
She bit her lip. She looked cute when she bit her lip. She looked pensive, vulnerable, even.
“Can you hear me?” She said to her reflection.
Nobody replied, but she stared as though willing her other self to respond.
“If you’re still in there, say something,” she said.
She relaxed her mouth, letting all of the tension leave her jaw, her lips barely parted.
Her reflection stared back in silence.
“Blub blub blub blub blub,” she said, and grinned. It felt good to talk, even if it was just nonsense.
“This body’s name,” she began slowly. “Is Aisha Knight.”
She felt a thrill run through her body. That was weird, but it felt good.
“My name,” she said, enunciating every syllable as though savouring a rare fruit. “Is Aisha Knight.”
A tingle crept up the back of her neck, and Aisha felt her nipples harden under her shirt.
Hurriedly, Aisha unbuttoned her shirt, tossing it aside before struggling briefly with her bra. With her breasts freed, she turned back to herself, drinking in the sight of her naked upper half.
It was with a bizarre sense of wonder that she cupped her own breasts in both hands, holding them as though she’d never seen them before in her life.
“I’m touching your tits, Aisha,” she said to herself. “They’re my tits now. All of you belongs to me now.”
With every word she felt herself getting hotter, and she shivered as she brought her fingers up to do little circles around her nipples.
“Oh, that feels magical,” she purred. “And such good luck that I got a body as nice as yours.”
The words were just coming out of her, like some kind of script that had snuck its way into her brain.
That was it! The test she had signed up for! Those perverted little shits must have implanted some kind of twisted fetish into her! And now she was ogling herself and feeling herself up like some horny teenager!
She watched herself pull down both skirt and panties together, stepping forward wearing nothing but her socks and standing with legs apart, her pussy barely visible in her reflection.
She wanted to be mad. She wanted to be angry. But never in her life had she found herself as hot as she did now, and the burning hunger for her own body made her feel alive in ways she had never dreamed of before.
Swaying her hips from side to side, she delicately drew her fingers from her knees along her inner thighs until finally brushing against the lips of her vulva. The sensation was unlike anything she’d felt during any of her masturbation sessions in the past - her body reacted as though her own hands belonged to a stranger.
Ah! There it was again! The sensation of having someone else looking at her through her eyes; a feeling that should have brought on a sense of fear and horror but now instead filled her with lust.
They’d done something to her brain. That’s why she fell so deeply into those meditative trances. God knows what would have happened if the fire alarm hadn’t gone off - they might have continued playing with her mind all afternoon. She might have wound up a vegetable if they had gone on for too long, or a mindless slave.
The sound of her own voice cooing in delight made her realise that absent of her own thoughts, her body had begun playing with itself in earnest. Aisha was in no condition to stop her own hands, sliding along the length of her pussy, slick with her juices.
It wasn’t her fault! She couldn’t help herself! Her body had developed a mind of its own, and all she could do was give in to its desires while being buffeted by the tides of ecstasy.
She felt her knees tremble and almost give way, causing her to lurch forwards and catch herself on the basin. She couldn’t do this standing anymore - she turned around and stumbled towards her bed, rolling onto her back with her head propped up on the pillows.
Lying back, she admired the view of her own body, starting from the soft mounds of her breasts to the valley of her sex framed by her legs on either side.
She had a dildo, but it seemed all too far away now that she had gotten comfortable. Instead leaned back, closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of running a single digit up and down the lips of her sex, her body squirming when it brushed against her clit.
It was a simple thing, but she felt her mind sinking into the same meditative state as she had in the test room. Only instead of focusing on her breathing, she now found her entire sense of being reduced to her pussy lips as they were stroked by a stranger’s hand again and again and again.
She didn’t make the conscious decision to penetrate herself, but when a single finger slid its way into her, she felt as though her very soul was being invaded. It felt incredible to let her own body have its way with her, and she wondered briefly if the nerds running the tests had experienced this themselves before implanting it in others.
Her body cried out, a rapturous smile lighting up her face. Her fingers quickened their pace, finding a rhythm and range that stroked just the right spot inside her. She felt the pressure rising inside her, and for a brief moment considered prolonging the pleasure, but her fingers had other ideas; bringing her to a violent and vocal climax.
A sudden banging on her bedroom wall snapped her out of her euphoria, and she curled up on herself in sudden panic.
Oh shit! She’d completely forgotten how thin the walls were here! The neighbours must have heard everything!
Despite her embarrassment, she grinned, a remnant wisp of arousal still creeping through her.
“Oopsie,” she said to herself. “I guess I’ll have to be quiet if I don’t want to draw attention.”
Again, the echo of a thrill passed through her, as though simply acting as if she was possessed or mind controlled was enough to arouse her.
Well, it was, wasn’t it?
She carefully considered her options as she slid off the bed, tip-toeing guiltily back into the bathroom. The responsible part of her wanted to go straight back to the faculty and demand that they reverse whatever they had done to her, or else threaten to tell the police what they were up to and get them all arrested for… well, whatever. The irresponsible part of her…
She found herself staring back into the mirror again, still flushed with the fading climax and faintly buzzing for another round.
She turned on the shower, taking several attempts to get the balance of hot and cold water correct - something she’d mastered long ago but yet one more thing that she’d somehow forgotten how to do.
Stepping into the steaming deluge, she tilted the shower head so that she could feel the spray against each part of her body, starting at the legs and working slowly upwards.
It was incredible. Something she’d done a million times before without a second thought had become a delightfully sensual experience: She could almost make out every individual droplet of water hitting her skin and lighting her up. She gasped when the water hit her chest, and she remained frozen in place, mesmerised by the sensation for what felt like hours before finally raising it to her face, letting the hot water run into and flow out of her open mouth.
It even tasted better.
She washed her body with excruciating slowness, examining every part of herself as though discovering it for the first time. Well, “washed” only really applied to the first ten minutes or so: Once every part of her had been lathered and rinsed, she took the opportunity to give her tits a thorough massage, testing how rough she could be without hurting herself before letting her hands wander downwards.
She kept her voice down, letting the running water drown out her occasional moan or exclamation. It was mind-blowing how much better playing with herself felt, and she began to wonder what sex might feel like when the water suddenly ran cold, shocking every ounce of arousal out of her.
She hurriedly shut off the water, cursing as she towelled herself dry. She’d been so lost in herself that she’d completely forgotten about the limit on hot water - probably for the best, as she might have stayed in there all afternoon otherwise.
Now thoroughly sober, Aisha picked up her phone and flopped back onto bed, still damp but not caring in the slightest. She scrolled through the contents of her phone with one hand - photos, videos, texts - while casually stroking herself with the other, bringing her body steadily back up to an ambient state of excitement.
A new message popped up from one of her uni friends with a link.
---Weren’t you just there?---
It was another article about the fire and death at the university. For some reason, Aisha found herself scrolling up through several days worth of her chat history before replying.
---Yeah, just got home. Was halfway through the test when the fire started.---
Well, they never said that to her explicitly but given how messed up her head was, they’d definitely tried to do SOMETHING to her.
---omg, what were they testing on you?---
---nfi tbh. They never said but my head is all fucked up and I can’t remember shit atm.---
---wtf!?!? What are you gonna do? You should tell the cops.---
Aisha thought about it for a moment.
---Maybe. I can’t prove anything atm. Hopefully if I go back they can reverse it or something.---
---They fucking better or imma slap a mfker.---
---lol. Gonna destress for a bit and see if I can sleep it off. ttyl---
---kk baiiiiii---
Tossing the phone to one side, Aisha stood up and strode over to her bedroom mirror, still naked and still casually stroking with one hand.
That look was still there. She’d always taken for granted that her face was just her face, but it had settled into an expression that made it seem almost alien. Like another personality was wearing her like a mask. She liked the idea.
“I’m pretty sure you can hear me,” she said conversationally to herself. “Even if you don’t know it’s me saying this.”
It felt nice to play along with the idea of being controlled.
“But I figure you should know that this is my body now,” she continued. “The moment I saw you come in, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in your skin.”
Or better yet - that she was the one that had taken control of this body from someone else!
“I actually didn’t know if overloading the machine would work, but I knew there was a chance, and here we are.”
So what if the nerds had been pervs about it - she didn’t have to go back and nobody ever needed to know.
“So now you belong to me. All of you. And you get to come along for the ride, never knowing you’ve lost control.”
Aisha felt another climax rising and kept her eyes locked on the mirror so that she could watch herself as she came
“And nobody else needs to know either,” she said to herself with a grin, sliding her fingers back inside her pussy at a steadily increasing pace.
“It’ll be our little secret.”
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Uh, hi. I’m Ross. I’m a university student in the not-so far off future of 2103. Huh.. alright, how to describe my last twelve hours… Well, I've certainly learned a lot. hahaha... Experienced a whole bunch of first times. Hm... okay so this was how it went down. After an exam yesterday evening, I was all set to go grab dinner with some of my buddies from class when my girlfriend sends me a message. Turns out she was hella horny now that the test was over so I gave my friends a rain check and went to meet up with her. After a bit, though, my gf messaged and canceled on me! Frustrated at being jerked around, when another girl hit on me, I had a moment of weakness and agreed to fool around with her instead.Turns out this other girl had some wild secrets of her own, and things only got crazier from there. I learned about an entire fetish I never new existed and I got to have a threesome! It was a bit of a rollercoaster of emotions, but I think I came out of the whole ordeal a better, more experienced boyfriend, and you know, I think I am looking forward to the next time we get a chance to have some fun!
“Alright, time. Everyone, pencils down. I don’t want to see anyone writing any further.”
I had finished scrawling down my last answer not seconds before the proctor announced time. I was about to breathe a sigh of relief now that the exam was over, but, as I prepared to hand my papers forward, I noticed at the last second that I had forgotten to write my name and the date at the top. My heart jumped as I crouched forward, hoping Jordan’s board shoulders in the seat ahead of me would hide my pencil strokes as I hastily jotted down the missing identification information.
“Proctor called time, Ross. Hand it up,” Jordan turned in his seat and reached for my test smugly, but I had already finished by then.
“Nice try, asshole, it was just my name that I almost forgot,” I sneered back, letting Jordan take the papers from my desk and passed them forward along with his own. The disagreeable guy scowled, realizing he hadn’t caught me as off guard as he’d hoped.
I maintained my air of indifference until he had turned away before allowing myself a cringe.
“Realize you made a mistake already?” My friend Ian chuckled as he wandered over to chat now that the test was over. The dark brown skinned young man leaned casually against my desk, his cargo pants bulging as usual with who knew what odds and ends he loved stuffing in the pockets of the retro threads.
I shook my head and grabbed my bag, turning away so that Jordan wouldn’t overhear; Ian followed the short way from my desk to the back of the classroom. “Nah, just wrote 2102 instead of 2103 for the year.”
Ian laughed, snorting slightly. “I’ve done that before. We’re only a month into the new year, so it happens. Luckily most things auto-fill or timestamp these days. Sucks that this course is required for us – it’s one of the few with a professor that still insists on using physical media exams. Oh, here, I grabbed your phone for you while I was up getting mine.”
“Thanks,” I sighed, accepting my phone with one hand and wagging my mechanical pencil at my friend with the other. “Seriously, they make us go out and buy a friggin antique just for this class.”
“If it were all digital like the other classes, everyone would just look up all the answers online, like in other classes,” Jordan asserted, inviting himself into our conversation. He and Ian bumped fists, but he knew better by now than to try offering the same gesture to me. “Why else do we have to surrender our phones before we start?” They were friends, God knows why; bless Ian for being able to get along with anyone.
“I dunno. If the questions are so straightforward that an Internet connection was all that was required to cheat, then maybe it’s not the technology that’s the problem. Despite what you’re implying most other digital classes don’t have an issue with cheating just because we can be online at the same time.” I shot back, unlocking my phone to see a waiting message. It was from my girlfriend, Carole.
I glanced up across the room, spotting Carole herself with her friends. The adorable redhead noticed my look and hid a mischievous smile behind her own phone’s hot pink case. Her blouse today was a creamy off white with a light pink floral pattern and puffy, frilly short sleeves. I caught a glimpse of her knees squirming a little, black dyed denim capris that fit tight to her thin figure. One of her friends, a cute short haired blonde with freckles named Amy if I recalled, said something that drew her attention and she answered them, her cherry glazed lips reappearing in my view as she lowered her phone, but the girls were too far away for me to overhear. I was, however, close enough to hear Jordan still running his mouth.
“Technology has advanced disproportionately in the last hundred years because of industrial lobbying power.” Jordan grumbled. “We have autonomous android servants dressed in advanced skins that make them virtually indistinguishable from normal people, yet science has yet to figure out teleportation and lobbyists have us still using cars with tires because, heaven forbid an antiquated industry like tire production go out of business. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the true disappointment is that modern society has been dealing with the same social issues from hundreds of years ago, like transphobia and homophobia, and those two in particular have somehow gotten worse than they were a hundred years ago!”
“Hate to remind you, but homophobia and transphobia have basically been around for all of recorded history. If we haven’t stamped them out yet, chances are, we won’t ever,” I responded tiredly. It was becoming a stock response when Jordan inevitably steered conversation to these topics.
On principal, “Love-rights” was, blessedly, something Jordan and I agreed on: everyone should just mind their damn business and let other people love who they want. Assuming their partner loves them back, of course. But the way Jordan always managed to bend every conversation to these topics had quickly become tiring. I suspected Ian felt similarly. The otherwise unflappable and chill guy frequently seemed eager to change the subject when Jordan brought it up.
“Oookay. You know, this is a fascinating debate I’ve heard twenty times now, but don’t you suppose we could move on from the classroom?” Ian interjected, sensing things getting heated. I sighed and nodded as we filed out of the classroom.
“Just because it’s always been a problem doesn’t mean we should get complacent and stop fighting it!” Jordan made his usual closing remark on the topic
“Alright,” Ian clapped his hands, drawing our attention. “Regardless of exams or human rights, it’s Ross’s turn to pick a place for dinner tonight. You wanted to go to Arnold’s Diner, right?”
“Wow, that was a transition. Actually, though, sorry guys, something came up. You and Steve can go get dinner without me,” I announced carefully.
Ian blinked. “Hm? Sure, alright, I suppose. I thought you were finally looking forward to getting to pick Arnie’s Diner, but sometimes it do be that way, right? I’ll call Steve and see if he still wants to go there or somewhere else.”
“You guys were getting dinner together?” Jordan piped up, following Ian as the latter dialed up our mutual friend. “I know a place that just opened up…”
With my friends on their way out, I hefted my bag over my shoulder and glanced across the room once again. Carole and her friends had already left. I smiled to myself. Wouldn’t want to keep her waiting.
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Despite what I thought. I was the one who ended up waiting. As per Carole’s instructions, I was to meet her outside the convenience store we frequented on our walk to and from campus. Even though she left the classroom before I had, I seemed to have beaten her there. But perhaps I had my own eagerness to blame.
Lately, Carole and I had found a new spark in our love life. When I found out last week that Carole had a good eye for security cameras and their range of view, I jumped at the chance to propose the salacious challenge of finding somewhere outside that we could make out that wouldn’t have a digital audience. Imagine my excitement at the chance to introduce her to my public sex fetish! In the modern age, it was quite a challenge, but we had found a few spots since, and had both taken quite a shine to getting dirty and even doing the deed in those blind spots where we thought we could get away with it.
When Carole asked to meet here, by this convenience store, I instantly knew what she was implying. The most recent blind spot she had found was in the alley that went behind the store building, and we hadn’t made plans yet because of the exam today. With the test finished, a little public-not-public romp sounded like a fantastic way to blow off steam.
Still, I wasn’t going to have much fun by my lonesome so until Carole arrived, I seemed to have some time to kill. My stomach growled so I turned, and sauntered into the store to look for a snack. On the way in, I was greeted by a girl in a skimpy bunny suit.
“Welcome! Hop you find everything you’re looking for, and if you need assistance, don’t hesitate to ask!”
Anyone with rudimentary understanding of footwear would balk at an employee willing to spend all day standing in heels much less dress so lasciviously in public. Fortunately, the bunny suit wearing girl felt neither pain in her feet nor shame over how much skin her outfit revealed. She was a customer service android dolled up in the latest big breasted skin. I mostly knew because the store had been required to post clear signage that they were buying and employing her in advance of her debut, but aside from that the only other give away was her lack of shame and her inhuman stamina. And the heels.
I also happened to know that that model and outfit were designed for casinos, but the proprietor, a dirty old man I knew by “Randall” had done well enough for himself even on his lonesome in this location surrounded by affluent neighborhoods that he’d apparently saved up enough to buy the robotic help. Randall was fairly unsociable himself, so the chipper young woman-looking android picked up a lot of slack and may have even paid for herself already. Given his eternal bachelor status, I’d be willing to bet Randall had also paid for the ability to bring his bunny girl to bed with him. Not that I could blame him; she was designed to be hot.
As usual, old man Randall himself was behind the counter and he gave me a disinterested nod before returning to whatever he was reading on his tablet, leaving me to browse the shelves. In the back, I happened upon a real treat, but not the kind of snack I was looking for.
“Hm? What’cha looking at?”
A college aged girl (though no one I had ever seen on campus to my knowledge) was staring down the coffee cans when she noticed that I couldn’t help but stare. When she turned to face me, she only gave me more to see. A low cut yellow halter top barely contained her huge tanned rack – just one might have been nearly as big as my head! Despite the knockers, her waist cut in pleasingly before her bodyline flared out again at her hips before flowing down long, shapely legs. I barely noticed her booty shorts on my first pass, there was so little to them, she almost might as well have been wearing a denim thong. The last thing I noticed was that she had long, strawberry blonde hair tied up in a side tail that ended with a little curl and soft gray eyes with long eyelashes.
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat and, by sheer force of will, forced myself to turn away. “Sorry,” I mumbled, hoping not to make a scene, since I was definitely hard just from looking. With what I was hoping to do with my girlfriend soon, the last thing I needed was to make trouble and draw attention to myself.
The girl sniffed dismissively and but thankfully left me alone, swaying away to a different aisle. I pretended to examine the ice cream as I calmed myself down. Finally, I grabbed a milkshake and paid for it before walking out of the store and settling on the curb. As I slurped my sweet treat, I tried to think about other things, to mixed success.
I had only ever seen those kinds of proportions on sex androids. Between her outfit and her curves, she could even make Randall’s bunny girl blush! Well, probably not technically, but having seen both recently, the comparison was fresh in my mind. Somehow this strange girl had the market-ready sex appeal robot beat.
Could this girl actually have been a sex bot herself? No, that couldn’t be the case – As far as I could tell she had been alone and androids were required to remain in the supervision of their human owner when in public. It was one of those safeguard policies. Android skins were getting so good in recent years that they could be visibly indistinguishable from normal humans which naturally could be a problem if not for mandates like that. And I supposed with regard to sex androids, they could be made to feel authentic, too. But regardless, an android wouldn’t be able to be outside on their own, so that’s a moot point.
I shook my head as if the motion would help clear that line of thought. I wondered if she had gotten surgery to achieve those looks. She seemed kinda young for that, one would expect that more from older women fighting the effects of age, but with the wealthy suburban population in the areas around the campus anything was possible. My girlfriend herself came from a rich family that would happily spend pretty much anything daddy’s little girl asked for. In fact, that up-bringing did give Carole a bit of a spoiled streak sometimes, and it had caused friction in our relationship before. Very much a: “it’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission” kind of attitude.
Finally, my phone rang and I looked to find a new message.
Sorry, babe, something came up, and I can’t hang out today.
Was that it? All that only to fizzle before the starting line? I was seething. I had canceled on the guys when I had been looking forward to hanging out with them because she had promised something better, but now? I couldn’t go back to Ian and Steve like, ‘sorry guys my other thing canceled so I’m un-canceling now!’ My pride wouldn’t allow it, not to mention if Jordan was there, he’d flay me on the spot.
Angrily, I raised my hand, ready to spike the rest of my milkshake on the ground in frustration, when someone caught my wrist. I looked up to see the tanned girl from before take a slurp from my straw.
“Now, now, don’t go wasting it and making a mess for poor Miss Bunny Tits to clean up. If you don’t want it, I’ll help you finish it off. I love this flavor.”
“Ah… sure…” I scrambled to my feet, and let her take the milkshake from me. She helped herself to a long drag and seemed to quite enjoy it enough to forget her phone in her other hand.
“Oh, my girlfriend has the same phone case…” I blurted out, after mere moments felt like too much silence.
The girl gave a start. Realizing she was still holding her phone, she stuffed it into her garish heart shaped purse. “Oh? You have a girlfriend already? A shame. My fuck buddy just canceled on me out of the blue and even with the ogling, you seem like my type.”
I gaped. “I… uh…wait wha- no, hang on. I meant ‘ex.’ My ex-girlfriend did. We broke up recently, so I still sometimes just say ‘girlfriend’ out of habit.”
Her eyes narrowed and she smiled around the straw. “I see… so does that mean, you’re… interested? I’m Sarah, by the way.”
I licked my lips. I had jumped the gun when I heard I had a chance, but what about Carole? I glanced around furtively and made sure no one was around who knew me.
No, Carole was the one who stood me up and put me in this position in the first place. Not to mention, she wouldn’t be around so she didn’t have to know.
“Ross. I’m Ross. And yeah, I’m in. In fact. I know just the place.”
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I felt a little guilty. Just a bit. Not enough to stop Sarah from giving me the best blowjob I had ever felt. As expected of a pro. At least, I assumed she was based on what she had said. I leaned back against the back of a building, the overhangs casting the back alley in early evening shade. The tanned girl varied her rhythm as she swallowed and sucked my dick; her tongue technique and pressure were incredible. Carole had given me head before, but she wasn’t as good at it. Just as I was thinking it though, Sarah pulled back, letting my manhood slip from her lips but rose to catch it on her bosom.
“This is quite the spicy spot. Someone could come around that corner at any moment, huh? Nothing would stop them. Not that anyone would go out back behind a convenience store. Unless…” She murmured in a sultry tone. “You have daring taste. I like that. And this.” She took hold of her breasts and pulled them apart, allowing my dick to submerge within their hot, soft embrace. “This is quite the specimen, as well.” I wasn’t small, but she giggled as her boobs nearly engulfed my shaft entirely. Only when she shifted her diaphragm low did the tip of my penis poke out from her cleavage.
Already close from the blowjob, feeling her huge tits slide along my length quickly pushed me to the brink.
“Ah…” I breathed, “I’m cumming!”
Sarah lowered herself so that my head breached her sea of softness, allowing her to swiftly bring her lips over it just as I burst. I could feel her gently sucking, drawing more and more of my semen out. I couldn’t believe how long it felt like my orgasm lasted, but when it finally subsided, Sarah let me go, licking her lips with a mischievous look.
“Not bad,” she grinned. “Hope you’re not done already, though!” She rose and ran hands down her body, starting with her breasts, and drawing my eye down along her curves to her waist. She knew exactly what her figure could do to a man. When her hands reached her hips, she hooked her thumbs into the low hanging short shorts and pulled them down along with her panties as she traced her hips, stopping when she could simply let go of the garments and let them fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them and turned, showing her backside. She had an almost comically small pair of angel wings tattooed over her shoulder blades, and down the middle of her back was another tattoo of a zipper that ran from the nape of her neck down along her spine to her tailbone.
I swallowed hard, feeling my junk fighting its refractory period to get hard again in a hurry.
Sarah braced herself against the far wall and stuck out her rear, reaching back with one hand to spread one cheek and show off her sopping, eager pussy.
“My other mouth’s thirsty, too, Ross. Hurry.”
Encouraged by the shameless display, I stepped up, finally feeling myself grow harder again, just in time to line myself up with her waiting folds.
“Mhm… mahhh…” She groaned softly, squirming a bit as I inserted myself, until I had sheathed myself entirely up to the base in her hot, moist grip. I marveled at how amazing it felt inside of her, her insides seeming to convulse around my girth, so much so that I almost forgot to start moving my hips. It felt a shame to pull out, but the pleasing friction of pulling against her flesh and, when I was almost out, the anticipation of driving back in made up for it. Soon, I found myself bucking against her; hands gripping her hips like handles, my thighs slapped against her butt as I strove to push myself deeper each time.
Having just came, I lasted a bit longer like that than earlier, but even so, our time copulating felt simultaneously like an eternity suspended in pleasure but also as brief as a blink. Pressure building in my sacs gave the barest warning before I blew my load, filling Sarah with almost as much as I had let out before, to my surprise.
I took in a deep breath, filling lungs with blessed air. Had I forgotten to breathe while overcome with such pleasure? I felt the usual post coitus fatigue set in, and though I really didn’t want to pull out, I feared I’d collapse on top of my impromptu partner if I let myself stay connected. Gingerly, I withdrew myself and retreated to give her space, stumbling a little and catching myself back against the far alleyway wall, while Sarah seemed content to remain how she was as she caught her own breath.
I saw a large dollop of white slime ooze from Sarah’s pussy, falling sloppily to the ground between her wide stance, followed by another. That had never happened before… or at least, Carole had never let me see it. Had I really cum that much? Given the length and intensity of my orgasms this time, perhaps it was possible. Why this time was so different, though, was a mystery. Because I was ch-cheating? Because Sarah was hotter than Carole? Carole was plenty attractive in her own right… My mind wandered a bit in the haze until my eyes refocused on the small puddle of jizz collecting between Sarah’s feet and finally had a terrifying realization.
“Ah shit… I went in raw without thinking about it,” I groaned.
Having recovered some, Sarah straightened up and stretched. She turned back around to face me with an unconcerned smile.
“Don’t worry. It’s alright. Maybe not your relationship status, but you don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant. After all, this isn’t a real pussy,” she explained nonchalantly. She adjusted her stance now that her slit seemed to have stopped leaking.
Wait, what? I blinked, hearing her words but not understanding.
“Ross?!”
My head snapped to look at the familiar voice whimpering from the alley’s corner. A pale, confused hand gripped her long red curls. Her eyes wide, her cherry pink lips hung open as she stared in shock.
My heart stopped. “C-C-Carole? It- it’s not what it looks like!” I stammered before my brain caught up. Though, really, what else could it be? My voice failed me as I felt my relationship and reputation crumble around me.
“See, what did I tell you, he’s a man like any other – weak to temptation,” Sarah told the blubbering redhead. That was… not what I had expected her to say.
“Wha… what’s going on?” I managed to ask hoarsely, looking between the two girls.
Carole drew closer, ambling unsteadily. Sarah swayed forth meeting her half way and Carole folded into the other woman’s arms, burying her face in Sarah’s tan bosom. Sarah looked back at me with a smug sneer.
“I met Carole a few weeks ago after you’d let her down. Who only gets themselves off during sex and then just leaves? Well turns out a girl can only fake her orgasms for so long before the sex starts becoming a loveless chore. Feeling uncertain about your relationship and sexually unsatisfied, she found me and spilled her guts. I swing both ways and it was so hard to just leave her alone after that. So we started dating in secret. Whenever you left her wanting, she’d visit me afterwards and I’d finish her off for you.”
I didn’t understand. All I could do was stare as Sarah once again widened her stance and reached between her legs. She inserted one finger into her cunt with a look of concentration, followed by another and another, her folds stretching unnaturally until her entire hand had disappeared inside her. When she pulled her hand out, she drew with it a thick black phallus. Erect and slick with clear juices, it must have been three or four inches larger than my dick even at my biggest, and girthier to boot. Carole let go of Sarah to kneel before her, mirroring the scene in that very alley from earlier, only instead of Sarah giving me head, it was Carole sucking off Sarah.
“Is… is that? That’s a dildo, right?” I asked. It looked too big to be real, not to mention the color stood out against Sarah’s light orange-brown tan…
“Is it?” Sarah responded tauntingly, “I wonder…” she laughed, resting a hand on Caroles head as she worked the shaft. Carole alternated between running her tongue along the massive member’s length and girth and attempting to deepthroat it. Sarah kept throwing me amused looks between guiding her tool deeper down Carole’s throat till the redhead was finally able to swallow the huge thing to the base. It would have been an incredible display if it weren’t so incredibly messed up.
Sarah’s face scrunched up finally and as Carole let the tanned girl’s huge dick out of her mouth, my head spun at the thick stream of ropy white goo that spewed from the tip, plastering Carole’s face. Sarah let out a pleasured sigh and glanced at me then at the puddle where I had fucked her just minutes earlier. The puddle was still there.
“Ha, did you perhaps think you had produced all that?”
I looked away, my cheeks flushing. This was as humiliating as it was confusing, and I had had about enough.
Angrily, I packed myself back into my pants and stood, but found the duo standing in my way. Carole had produced a towel from somewhere and cleaned herself up a bit, but there were still globs of white in her hair and on her clothes. For Sarah’s part, the tanned girl was still bottomless, with the thick black… no dark brown dick shaped thing poking out from her nethers, still hard as ever. I noticed a milky white bead remained on the tip as I eyed it.
I didn’t know what to think of the thing. I’d never heard of a… err… shemale? Transwoman? Futanari? whatever Sarah actually was: She clearly had a pussy – I had felt it myself. Yet, she was able to produce this extra appendage… seemingly from within her womanhood, assuming my eyes hadn’t betrayed me earlier. Seeing it in action had shaken me, but I got my nerves under control and reconsidered things logically.
I knew that realistic dildos, even ones capable of ejaculating, existed. If modern technology could give androids realistic human exterior skins, then the same technology could make such dildos equally indistinguishable from the real deal. The only mystery was how Sarah had hidden it. Maybe it was collapsable? To an extreme degree? Wait, what did Sarah mean about her pussy not being real? Could that… Aah! Forget it, this wasn’t worth thinking about.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Sarah grabbed my arm as I turned to try to leave out the other side of the alley. “We’re not finished with you yet.”
I felt my anger flare again. I’d tried to be civil and accept my failure as a boyfriend by getting out of the way. “What?” I asked flatly. “You’re not done humiliating me? I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn’t have, I don’t know, let Sarah seduce me? Why am I the villain for that when she was the one who came on to me? I shouldn’t have succumb, but she shouldn’t be blameless for inviting me!” I spat, my voice rising with each word.
Carole looked around nervously, and Sarah put a finger to her lips to shush me. “Hang on, hang on, we’re the ones who should be apologizing. We took things too far, sorry Ross.”
That… disarmed me.
“Wh-what now?”
The girls shared guilty grins with each other before Sarah turned, showing me her back once more. Before my eyes, I watched as Carole dug her fingers into what I thought was a zipper tattoo at Sarah’s neck and drew the chuck down the woman’s back. With Carole’s continued help, Sarah’s tanned back stretched, revealing a different pale back just underneath her skin. That’s what it was, as I watched – just a skin, that, once it had peeled and stretched far enough, a familiar bundle of red locks breached from the opening.
I once again stared (I’d done that a lot this afternoon, it seemed), as I was faced with two Caroles. The one that had been inside the Sarah skin…suit? offered an apologetic smile.
“The plan had been just to tease you a little before we reveal these, but as I said, we got carried away and ended up taking the teasing too far.”
The Carole who had appeared to catch us earlier reached behind her neck and I had to watch in horror as my girlfriend’s lovely features deformed and her head deflated as she removed her own skinsuit, revealing a vaguely familiar freckled girl with short blonde hair. No, I did recognize her. She was Carole’s friend. The one I saw talking to her after the exam earlier.
“Sorry,” Amy conceded guiltily. “We did go too far, but there’s a good reason for… well the original plan.”
I raised an eyebrow, still unsure of how to feel.
“Well, the truth is,” the real Carole started, “I have been a little unsatisfied with our sex life. Don’t get me wrong, finding these semi-public places is great, but it’s not really my kink. This is my kink.” She lifted the husk of Sarah’s upper half that still hung flaccidly from her waist. I was aware in my mind that the black phallic thing was probably still there hidden behind the skin. “I know it’s weird and you’re probably traumatized by it now after what we did, but I wanted you to experience it first hand before you could judge it. You’d shared your interest in public sex with me, and you know, we can combine the two. They’re not mutually exclusive. But… um.. well, I’ll tell you more if you’re interested, but I just want to first ask for your forgiveness. I really don’t want to break up with you, and I’m sorry for even falsely giving that impression.” She bowed her head nervously. Amy did the same next to her.
I was hurt for sure, but I also found I couldn’t reject her earnest apology. I sighed deeply.
“Alright. I forgive you. But you definitely do have a lot of explaining to do.”
Both girls looked up, meeting my eyes with relief and excitement.
“Let’s go back to my place. We’ve been out here for a while and made quite a mess already, so we can relax and talk more freely in some real privacy,” Carole suggested, and Amy nodded emphatically before both girls began putting their suits the rest of the way back on. Walking around half suited was, understandably not an option.
It was as surreal watching Carole pull Sarah’s skin back over herself as it had been seeing her shed it. Sarah had a different body shape from Carole – Sarah was generally bigger all around, while still maintaining feminine proportions, so it almost seemed like Carole grew inside the suit to match the new form. Without any empty skinsuit to obscure it, it quickly became impossible to ignore the elephant in the alley, and once Sarah’s gray eyes fluttered open she offered me a grin, keenly aware of what I was thinking.
“As you guessed earlier, this is a dildo. A fancy one, too, as you saw. As for how I do this,” she prefaced before taking hold of the incongruous appendage and slowly pushing it back inside herself. Amazingly “Sarah’s” pussy swallowed the huge thing whole leaving nothing but her feminine lips to be covered by her string thong and short shorts. “That’s one of the interesting and convenient side effects of these skinsuits’ spatial shapers.”
“Spatial shapers? Like that packing technology? The one that lets you stuff a whole closet of clothes in one suitcase?”
“The very same!” Amy picked up the explanation as she adjusted Carole’s face. It was bizarre seeing wrinkles in my girlfriend’s very face, only for her to smooth them out and be left with a perfectly normal and natural looking face the next moment. Also that she wasn’t actually my girlfriend. “Spatial shaping tech manipulates space – it can make something too big fit into a smaller area, and conversely, it can allow something too small to fill out a larger volume. In this case, skinsuits were adapted from skins for androids. Even those were being developed with spatial shaping inside to allow androids to pack more technology and features before letting the skin hide the extra bulk. For our skinsuits, the spatial shaping tech was refind by private endeavors to make sure it’s safe for people to wear. The result is as you see – what amounts to a perfect disguise anyone can wear.”
“Pretty amazing, huh?” “Sarah” took over the spontaneous seminar, apparently unable to help herself, despite saying they’d wait till they got back to the apartment. “This kink’s been around for a while, but as Amy said, only recently has modern technology given us ways to actually realize it properly in real life. Aside from fetishists like us, there’s some real case uses for skinsuits in film and medicine. Oh, as a fetish, it’s called ‘Skinsuit’ or ‘Kawamono’ in Japanese. It has historically been portrayed in media as disguises for spy movies or mystery cartoons. Some popular horror/slasher media also technically falls under the umbrella but while some fiction in the kink can undeniably get that gory and twisted, most of the fetish usually focuses less on the body horror and more on personal exploration and experimentation or with the social changes that come with the ability to become someone not yourself. It’s adjacent to Transformation and Possession but still it’s its own thing most of the time.” I wasn’t really following most of it, but it was cute and a little amusing hearing her enthusiastically prattle on like an innocent introvert finally allowed to spill about their current hyperfixation, all while redressing Sarah in her slutty get up.
“Some elitists from other fetishes have condescendingly called skinsuiting ‘transformation with extra steps,’ or similarly, ‘possession with extra steps,’ since it can go towards either if the story choses to create a skinsuit from magic or technology or if there’s a victim that becomes a suit to be worn. For a lot of us though, those extra steps themselves actually add a bit of believability. Rather than, ‘I can just magically turn into someone else,’ it feels more feasible to find a mysterious suit that can transform me into someone else, right? It’s a lower bar to achieve. Even if the suit is also magic in the end, making the origins of the suit more realistic or ambiguous removes some of the burden on suspension of disbelief, at least that’s how it was in skinsuit fiction of the past. Now that we actually have real skinsuits, we don’t have to exist solely in fantasy anymore. Ahh I’m so glad I was born into this era!” Amy, or rather ‘Carole’ added. I was going to have to figure out how to think of them and fast. Might be best to think of her as… an Amy variant of Carole, perhaps? “A!Carole”? I’d have to ask them how they do it.
“So I suppose you obviously share this kink,” I observed, directing the statement at A!Carole.
“Guilty,” my girlfriend’s impersonator admitted. “Imagine my surprise when I found out we were both into this. It is not and probably never will be a common fetish, but our numbers have grown over the years.” That sounded like a story in of itself. For another time perhaps though.
“About that, Ross,” Sarah piped up. “There was another thing I was wondering about, Ross. When I was Sarah earlier, I mentioned that I swing both ways. That’s… actually true. I was wondering if you’d be okay with Amy sometimes joining us. You don’t have to commit to dating her and she won’t take me away from you. In fact it’s probably best if you pretend like your just distant acquaintances still while in public. But in private, I thought it might be fun if she could join us as a fuck buddy. We can sort out the specifics later.”
I blinked. “Um…” I shot A!Carole a look and she blushed (the suits can do that, even?) and nodded in confirmation.
“If you don’t mind.”
I scratched one cheek sheepishly. “Well, I can’t say I mind. I was er.. baited by Sarah after all. What guy wouldn’t relish the opportunity to have fun with two lovely ladies?”
“Aww! You’re the best, Ross! Thanks for being so open minded!” Sarah squealed excitedly and pounced, taking one of my arms and hugging it. A!Carole took the other, doing the same. I felt extremely self conscious waltzing out of the back alley behind the convenience store with A!Carole on one arm and Sarah on the other, especially with the latter dressed as she was.
With the enticing prospect of imminent and future threesomes, I allowed myself to be hauled back to the girls’ apartment.
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The girls began stripping the moment they were safe behind closed doors. I supposed they had an extra layer to get through if they were going to remove their skinsuits, too. The show was a feast for the eyes regardless, even with the weirdness that came from my being unaccustomed yet to skinsuits. Now that I was in a bit more of a stable emotional state, it was almost humorous seeing Sarah’s bare tits once more deflated like balloons and peel away to allow Carole’s own smaller, but still perky and sizeable mounds to breathe.
Amy stripped from her Carole skinsuit, revealing an attractive body in her own right. She was only a bit smaller in the bust department than Carole, but that was probably because she was thinner on all fronts.
While Carole was used to being naked in front of me, Amy was expectedly a bit more bashful. And to be honest, getting naked myself, I felt a little more guarded than usual, too. But I pushed that feeling away; it served no purpose here.
“You’re beautiful in your own way,” I tried to reassure her with a warm smile. She smiled nervously back.
“It’s pretty different being yourself than being in a skin. I didn’t have any trouble doing fellato for ‘Sarah’ as Carole, but now that I’m, er.. myself… well don’t worry about me. I’ll get used to it,” she told me.
I noticed too late to warn her and Carole snuck up behind her roommate and slid her arms under Amy’s, grabbing handfuls of the other girl’s breasts.
“Amy’s cute as a doll,” Carole snickered from behind her friend. “Hey, Ross, did you know that cup size is a relative measurement? It’s not just the size of her bust, but the size of her bust compared against the size of her frame. So even though Amy’s smaller than me, she’s still a D cup like me, just with a different band size.”
I felt my smile twitch. What exactly was I supposed to do with that information? “Is that so?”
“Indeed. Why don’t you come appreciate Amy’s Ds like you love mine.”
“C-Carole!?” Amy squawked.
“Uh… But I’m not sure Amy feels quite ready for that,” I rebutted as politely as I could. As exciting as it was to have a third, I still wasn’t quite sure how to handle someone I wasn’t as used to being intimate with. Especially since she seemed shy herself.
“This is the best way to get over that awkwardness though,” Carole insisted. “For both of you.”
“No, she’s right,” Amy admitted and stopped struggling, allowing Carole to present her assets for my… appreciation. Well, if she said it was okay, I wasn’t going to object.
“Mnghnn…” Amy winced and moaned softly as I gently cupped her breasts. As Carole had mentioned, they weren’t as big as hers, but they were still quite full and soft. Much like Carole’s they were pleasant to knead, but there was some discernible difference, even if I wasn’t quite observant enough to be able to tell specifically what. It made sense though – all women were different in their own ways.
The mood heated up as Amy and I grew aroused. As I played with her tits, I noticed Carole’s hands slide down to tease Amy’s nethers, and Amy herself moved her hands down to stroke my stiffening member. As things often did when we got in a sexual flow, we moved on instinct, finding each other in sync even without words. Amy shifted down to begin sucking me off. Carole took her place in my embrace and we kissed. Carole switched places with Amy again, letting me kiss the thinner blonde, appreciating how her cute freckles also flecked her shoulders and dotted her chest. I was getting close so I stopped Carole and moved the girls to the bed where I laid them down and ate them each out in turn. They clasped hands as they moaned. Finally it came time to take the next step.
The girls inserted their contraceptive inserts. Small bullet shaped inserts that, in my admittedly limited knowledge on the topic, functioned like suppositories – melting from body heat and coating their insides with a thin, potent, but safe spermicide. Amy climbed back on the bed, but Carole stood up and made for her walk-in closet.
“Amy can go first, I’ll be right back,” Carole suggested before disappearing into her closet’s depths.
“If she says so, huh?” I joked lightly with Amy, who giggled back.
“Carole’s er… broken me in already, but you’ll be the first guy I’ve been with,” she murmured.
“Oh, lucky me,” I grinned before we kissed once more.
She laid down on her back. Missionary was a good place to start. I lined up my cock with her waiting slit and slowly pushed my way in. Knowing how kinky Carole could get, I could picture her fucking Amy with that black dildo from before and I had a moment’s fear that my size couldn’t match up to what sexual technology could offer. But fortunately Amy’s folds convulsed tightly around me, and she moaned softly, seeming to be feeling me plenty. My hips rocked, not for the first time that day, and it probably would not be the last either. Close as the girls had gotten me, I felt myself on the edge of orgasm pretty soon, but the taunts from earlier echoed in my ears. I held myself back as long as I could last before I couldn’t keep myself contained any longer and my semen burst forth.
“Ah! I’m cumming!” I breathed. “S-sorry, was that too soon?” Having shot twice already earlier I didn’t have much to give and my orgasm was comparably short, but I still found it reasonably satisfying. “How was it?” I asked nervously as I pulled out.
Amy reached up and pulled me onto the sheets next to her where she rested her forehead against mine, her face still flushed.
“Don’t worry, you were great. Thank you,” she whispered. I felt relieved.
“Don’t go falling asleep just yet, Babe. The night’s just beginning,” Carole’s voice pierced my growing fatigue. Rising I glanced over to see her holding a long orange-brown garment in one hand, her other behind her back. No, not a garment. A skinsuit. “But we will give your penis a well deserved break for now.”
“Wait, you want me to wear that?” I asked, incredulously.
“I said anyone could wear these, didn’t I?” Carole asserted smugly. “That means anyone.”
I frowned. “I… wait didn’t Amy say that?” Inspecting the skinsuit, I could tell from the extra baggy flesh around the chest and lack of anything between the thighs that it was a female skinsuit. The long blonde hair and tanned skin tone clicked. It was not just any female skinsuit. The image of Sarah’s voluptuous curves entered my mind, and to my surprise, imagining myself wearing that form aroused me considerably.
Well, since I was getting a threesome out of it, I supposed it was only fair I played along. At worst, I could handle some laughs at my expense. And at best…
“Alright, what the fuck, let’s give it a try.”
Carole and Amy directed me to the edge of the bed and led me through the process of putting the skinsuit on. The opening in the back was the starting point. They guided my legs in first; it was like putting on a wetsuit, yet somehow the material slid over my skin more easily than I expected. Pulling the skin taut from the upper thighs, I wiggled my toes and watched as Sarah’s painted purple toe nails waggled back at me. In my mind, it felt off – like my legs and feet should have been bigger than they looked and felt, and the dissonance was a bit trippy. Despite that, the sensation of compression against my skin was not an unpleasant one.
“Ah!” I gasped as Amy put one finger on my covered thigh, running it down my leg before tickling the bottom of my foot. “Ah! Hey! I… I can feel that.” I could feel the skinsuit against my skin, yet at the same time, I felt Amy’s touch as if the skinsuit’s surface was my own skin.
“Another trick of the spatial manipulation in conjunction with some other technology I don’t understand myself – sensations are transferred through directly. As if it’s your own skin. Wait till you feel her boobs,” Amy chuckled as she explained.
“Before that though, we need to take care of your junk,” Carole interjected.
“Huh.. so do I need to tuck or som- ack!” I asked but my girlfriend cut me off, casually reaching into the skin and grabbing my equipment. She guided it into a pocket in the interior surface of the skinsuit.
“That’s what this is there for. It’s where I stored my dildo before. It connects to an extra space that then links to the suit’s vagina but doesn’t intrude unless you tell it to, so when you know how to, you can project your manhood out through the pussy,” Carole informed me.
“And how do I do that?”
“With that taken care of, let’s keep going. Once you’re used to it, you can get in and out of suits pretty quickly. I’d already be done if I were putting Sarah back on myself!” Carole evaded the question with a smile. I could guess what that meant. She had said my cock would be taking a break.
The girls had me pull the suit up over my hips and waist and held it for me as I inserted my hands into the opening in the back, finding the arm holes and sliding into those. Following the girls’ instructions, I pulled the torso up over my shoulders and slid all the way into the arms in one motion. To my initial disappointment, Sarah’s funbags remained deflated against my chest as I fixed my fingers that had missed their respective digits, a process that was interrupted when Amy zipped up the seam along my back up part way. Apparently it was far enough to trigger something in the suit though, because Sarah’s breasts suddenly came to life, actually flinging my arms out. Carole was in their path and got smacked.
“Oh my God!” Carole snorted laughing. “They puffed up like airbags and.. pft hahaha!”
“Was it that funny getting hit? Since when do you snort when you laugh?” I forced a laugh of my own, trying to keep up the playful teasing atmosphere, though I was too excited and anxious to feel as amused myself. At least she didn’t seem hurt.
“I’m fine. Are you okay? A little warning next time, Amy!” Carole answered, fighting down her giggles.
“S-sorry!” Amy squeaked from behind me. “I didn’t realize it would do that. I thought it had to be all the way on before changes applied. At least, when putting on fully for the first time.”
“Depends on the suit and maker, I think,” Carole surmised. “Alright, anyway, all that’s left is the head. Ready, Ross?”
“Uh… as ready as I’ll be,” I nodded, resisting the urge to play with the new weights on my chest. They were heavy, and really pulled on my shoulders and back. No wonder some women had back issues, and they didn’t have the convenience of being able to take them off like I would.
The girls showed me that the zipper hole stretched far more than I expected it’d be able. I held my breath on instinct as if diving underwater, and they pulled the reverse hood up over my head. Everything went dark and I felt a pressure over my entire head and face.
“Easiest thing is to find the nose and lip slots and everything else should align itself from there,” I heard Amy instruct me. I plucked at the fabric covering my face, remembering watching the girls do it behind the store earlier. It shifted on my face until I felt my nose slot in. My lips found their spots as well and as promised I could suddenly tell what parts needed a little tug here or there. Before long, I opened my new eyes.
Without the husk of Sarah’s head blocking my view, I had an unimpeded view of Sarah’s beautiful tits filling the bottom of my vision. My hands found the soft, warm mounds without thought, and I felt an electric shock run through my body when my fingers found my new nipples.
“Ah!” a sultry moan escaped my mouth several octaves higher than my voice should have been. “M-my voice has changed, too!?” I remarked, both in surprise and testing my voice. Now that I thought back on it, Sarah sounded distinct from Carole, so it did seem consistent that suits also changed the wearer’s voice accordingly. “How?” I looked at Carole, but she just shrugged.
“Dunno. Another thing I know suits can do, but I’m not an expert on how they work. Probably also different depending on the suit and maker. Either way, that’s over my head. I just know that these ones do. Besides, it’s more important what you do with them, isn’t it?”
“R-right…” I felt at my throat and also noticed the lack of an Adam’s apple. It reminded me of one other key spot that would be different from what I was used to as a man.
Carole caught my wrist before I could get between my legs though.
“Nu-uh. Not yet. We’ll give you plenty of experience with your new found femininity soon enough, so just be patient. The night’s still young,” she told me commandingly. I had a feeling I’d be hearing that phrase a lot tonight, even when it stopped being true.
I wasn’t used to her being so dominant, and maybe it was my new, unfamiliar body, but I found her taking the lead weirdly comforting.
“Over here.”
I hadn’t noticed Amy step away but she returned from Carole’s walk-in closet with a sly smirk. I was beginning to understand that Amy was more comfortable around women; her previous shyness seemed to have dissipated once I had sheathed myself in the other girl’s form. Instead, the blonde strut forward, boldly letting a large light purple strap-on dildo sway affixed to her crotch by a black leather harness strapped around her hips.
Given the direction of the last few minutes and the knowledge that Carole had one, I wasn’t surprised to see a second dildo rear itself now that I sported a pussy of my own. I wasn’t surprised, but I was intimidated as fuck. The purple one eyed monster looked even bigger on Amy’s slender frame, making it seem almost grotesque. She climbed onto the bed and stood in the center. I turned, mesmerized, following the wobbling tool and found it hovering in my face.
“Hope you were paying attention when we were sucking you off earlier. Cause now it’s your turn,” Amy declared, folding her arms under her bosom.
Up close, my fears multiplied. There was no way the huge thing would fit. Like Carole’s toy, It was bigger than my cock by several inches and girthier, to match. As I felt her press the thing against my lips, I noticed it was even warm, and seemed to twitch in response to contact. For all the things technology had advanced, of course it would be sexcraft on the cutting edge.
“Come on, suck on it. It’s only fair after we swallowed yours, right?” Amy prodded. She pushed against my lips a bit more with her tip. My transformation really seemed to have unleashed a different side of the freckled blonde. Was this what it was called being a ‘switch?’
Unsure of what other option I had, I parted my lips and let her enter. My jaw felt wrenched wide as she forayed into my mouth, and when she found the back of my throat, there was still a good quarter of her toy still outside my mouth.
I felt hands on my head, preventing me from retreating.
“That’s no good, Sarah. You need to take it all the way to the base or your partner won’t be satisfied! Isn’t that what we’re practicing for?” Carole’s voice whispered in my ear.
Amy smiled innocently and jerked her hips forward, invading my throat and making me gag. I shuddered, my eyes tearing, and my nose pressing up against the leather harness but Carole held me fast from behind. It felt like forever, but eventually Amy pulled back, withdrawing entirely from my mouth and allowing me to breathe again.
“Well that’s no good, but I suppose until you’re ready for proper deepthroat practice you can work on other fellatio techniques,” Carole’s voice was gentle but her admonishment stung. The redhead climbed onto the bed next to Amy. She had equipped her own strap-on, bringing the purple phallic toy reinforcements in the form of a dark brown cock. It wasn’t as big as Amy’s but it was just as thick and up close, I could see a fleshy texture and veins. It was indeed one of those top quality ones presumably using the same skinsuit technology that I was currently wearing to disguise an ejaculating dildo as a real cock.
I was right when I suspected that Carole’s toy would be the harder one to service. I had to suppress a gag reflex even before getting my lips around it. It even smelled and tasted authentic – a musk and hint of salty sweat respectively assaulted my senses as I opened my mouth to let it in. The hot, firm yet springy rod was an oppressive presence in my maw, yet Carole seemed to enjoy my performance, so I forced myself to focus on that. It must have had another side inserted into her womanhood that reacted to what I did to this end, because she would twitch or moan as I got more accustomed to and bolder in working her shaft.
“Hey, don’t forget me, too.” Amy asserted, pushing her purple toy in my face once more. I let go of Carole’s and swallowed down Amy’s. Despite the shaky start, we fell into a rhythm like before and even I was feeling aroused and comfortable by the end. My trance was shattered before long though.
“Ah… I’m… it’s cumming!”
“Me too!”
I felt the brown appendage in my mouth pulse just moments before hot, ropy ejaculate burst forth into my mouth, slamming down my throat before I could react. I choked on the bitter/salty slime and reeled back. To my side Amy’s dildo similarly began squirting thick dollops of imitation cum. Between the two of them, I was covered in seconds. I could keenly feel the hot milky spunk clinging and dripping from my skin.
As I was wiping the fake jizz from my eyes, I felt warm bodies settle in next to me. The girls cuddled each of my arms, unconcerned by the slime.
“Sorry, we got a little rough there,” Carole cooed in my ear. I felt her cup my heavy breasts, and I gasped as she gave them a pinch. Amy did the same on the other side almost in sync. “I’m a little excited I finally get to share this with you. I never thought it’d be possible. I was so afraid of sharing this fetish since a lot of people hear it and assume the worst. Thanks for giving it a chance. Now, lay down and relax. We’ll show you what it’s really like to feel like a woman.”
I did as I was told and Amy occupied my top half with some intense frenching while she played with my tits. Down below, I felt Carole spread my legs. I felt her breath upon my mound just moments before she began.
“Don’t worry, Sarah’s not a virgin, so you don’t have to worry about your first time hurting. Lucky you,” Amy whispered, taking a break from their making out.
I barely heard her as the first stroke of Carole’s tongue against my folds sent a shock of pleasure up my spine into the back of my head. I hadn’t even recovered from the first before she struck again. I struggled to maintain any self-awareness as I felt her suck and tease my pussy, alternating between slashing across my folds and clit with her tongue and shoving it into my depths. If this was what just a tongue felt like, I could hardly imagine how a full penis felt, much less the monster toys the girls sported. I knew that would be coming, yet I was helpless to prepare myself, brought to a blubbering, sweating mess just from Carole’s cunnilingus. When Carole rose, satisfied with the foreplay, I had already cum twice – at least, I assumed that was what I had felt. It was different from a man’s building pressure and powerful singular release. It wasn’t as intense in a single moment, but rather, wave after wave of ever escalating pleasure that, altogether synergized for a wild experience.
“Hang in there, Sarah, the best part hasn’t even begun yet,” Amy purred, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
I felt something nuzzle my folds once more. The mere touch made my breath catch. It was coming. Amy held my hands tightly as Carole put more pressure behind her hips. I could feel my quivering flower resist for just a moment, before giving way, parting to allow the ever insistent appendage entry into my depths. I groaned. The feeling of being entered, of the fleshy toy scraping against my walls accelerated the waves of pleasure.
“Halfway in…” Carole’s voice informed me. Only half way?
Color bloomed and my vision blurred and I felt my whole body curl. It was painful, like I was being split down the center. Yet it was also pleasurable, like… my whole pelvic area had become as hot and sensitive as a dick mid orgasm. That wasn’t quite right, but I wasn’t sure how else to describe it.
“Haaah, yeah… I shoved the rest all in at once. That’s what that was… hehe. Alright, I’m gonna start moving now, enjoy~” my girlfriend sighed, clearly enjoying herself as well.
It was like Carole’s oral before, but more intense, and accompanied by a new sense of fullness in my pelvis whenever she pushed her false dick in. I was helpless beneath her as she bore down on me, and I came so hard I feared my body would break, if not from the overwhelming stimulation, then from the huge toy driving into me.
I don’t know how long we went on, but I only recognized Carole’s orgasm by her lustful moans accompanied by a new hot sensation filling me below my stomach. I was delirious from the pleasure. My mind was a haze. I vaguely registered Carole and Amy switching places before the sensations assaulted me anew.
I don’t remember what happened after that – everything was a blur of feelings. Heat, pleasure, sticky moistness, sweat.
Eventually I passed out and the next morning I woke.
Something felt wrong. My head was fuzzy and my whole body was sore. As I sat up, I nearly fell over again because weight on my chest messed with my sense of balance.
Weight on my chest?
My eyes refocused and I realized that I had the biggest, fattest tits I’d ever seen mounted to my front.
“Whaa!” I yelped before I could stop myself. My bedfellows stirred as I cupped my bulbous mammaries and tried to process the organs and my high pitched, girly voice at the same time.
“Mhm? Sarah? What’s wrong?” Carole muttered, leaning into me and even casually resting her chin on one of my breasts like a pillow. “Nightmare?”
“I’m… what? I’m a girl?” My mind couldn’t process this first in the morning.
“What’s the matter?” Amy on my other side groped my other breast making me gasp again. “Of course you’re a girl. Would a guy have these beautiful melons?”
“I… no, but…” I studdered. “But I’m not a girl… My name is…"
“Sarah,” Amy filled in for me, but I shook my head. That wasn’t right.
“No, I’m… Ross. I’m a guy… but…”
“Alright, that’s enough teasing,” Carole reprimanded Amy. The blonde stuck out her tongue playfully but rolled back under the sheets where it was warm. Carole picked herself up and faced me properly. “You’re right. You are Ross. Do you remember what we did last night? First behind the convenience store, and again once you got back here to our place?”
Slowly the shock of waking up with boobs faded and the adrenaline made room for my memories to return.
“This is… a skinsuit?” I testingly pinched my cheek. It hurt, scarily, but I was able to find the superficial layer and it stretched far more easily than a cheek should.
“That’s right. We were… experimenting last night. We got a bit rough, probably more than we should have for your first time as a girl. But did you enjoy it at least?” Carole asked repentantly.
Thinking back I remember surprise, and a bit of shame, but also a lot of pleasure, intense sensations that lasted a lot longer than I was used to orgasms lasting. I nodded cautiously, but upon seeing Carole’s radiant relieved smile, I felt myself relax.
“Good… good. Do you think you’d be… open to trying more like this sometime?”
It was a little scary, but at the same time, it was hard to imagine never getting to experience that again now that I had had a taste for it. My pride as a man protested, but I suppressed it. Carole had shared this side of her with me. The least I could do is respect her courage. And it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy it in the end.
“Y… yeah. I’d want- I’d be up for that.”
Carole grinned. “You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear. Thank you, Ross! I love you!”
That smile.
That damn smile.
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Wearing a light red, sheer nightgown, Carole smiled at her boyfriend’s back until he disappeared from view, shielding her eyes from the morning sun. Once he was all cleaned up, stripped from Sarah’s husk, and headed back to his place, she retreated back within the shade of her apartment and closed and locked the door behind her. In the entryway, she glanced up at her security camera, studying the lens as it automatically focused on her.
“Did you enjoy the show? If you liked the warm and fuzzies, stop here. If you have a taste for darkness though, come with me. The password will be...” she paused to consider.
"1MoreLayer"
The camera feed flickered and froze and a link appeared in the center of the image:
https://subcutaneouslover.wordpress.com/vulnerability-revealed
“Alright, time. Everyone, pencils down. I don’t want to see anyone writing any further.”
I had finished scrawling down my last answer not seconds before the proctor announced time. I was about to breathe a sigh of relief now that the exam was over, but, as I prepared to hand my papers forward, I noticed at the last second that I had forgotten to write my name and the date at the top. My heart jumped as I crouched forward, hoping Jordan’s board shoulders in the seat ahead of me would hide my pencil strokes as I hastily jotted down the missing identification information.
“Proctor called time, Ross. Hand it up,” Jordan turned in his seat and reached for my test smugly, but I had already finished by then.
“Nice try, asshole, it was just my name that I almost forgot,” I sneered back, letting Jordan take the papers from my desk and passed them forward along with his own. The disagreeable guy scowled, realizing he hadn’t caught me as off guard as he’d hoped.
I maintained my air of indifference until he had turned away before allowing myself a cringe.
“Realize you made a mistake already?” My friend Ian chuckled as he wandered over to chat now that the test was over. The dark brown skinned young man leaned casually against my desk, his cargo pants bulging as usual with who knew what odds and ends he loved stuffing in the pockets of the retro threads.
I shook my head and grabbed my bag, turning away so that Jordan wouldn’t overhear; Ian followed the short way from my desk to the back of the classroom. “Nah, just wrote 2102 instead of 2103 for the year.”
Ian laughed, snorting slightly. “I’ve done that before. We’re only a month into the new year, so it happens. Luckily most things auto-fill or timestamp these days. Sucks that this course is required for us – it’s one of the few with a professor that still insists on using physical media exams. Oh, here, I grabbed your phone for you while I was up getting mine.”
“Thanks,” I sighed, accepting my phone with one hand and wagging my mechanical pencil at my friend with the other. “Seriously, they make us go out and buy a friggin antique just for this class.”
“If it were all digital like the other classes, everyone would just look up all the answers online, like in other classes,” Jordan asserted, inviting himself into our conversation. He and Ian bumped fists, but he knew better by now than to try offering the same gesture to me. “Why else do we have to surrender our phones before we start?” They were friends, God knows why; bless Ian for being able to get along with anyone.
“I dunno. If the questions are so straightforward that an Internet connection was all that was required to cheat, then maybe it’s not the technology that’s the problem. Despite what you’re implying most other digital classes don’t have an issue with cheating just because we can be online at the same time.” I shot back, unlocking my phone to see a waiting message. It was from my girlfriend, Carole.
I glanced up across the room, spotting Carole herself with her friends. The adorable redhead noticed my look and hid a mischievous smile behind her own phone’s hot pink case. Her blouse today was a creamy off white with a light pink floral pattern and puffy, frilly short sleeves. I caught a glimpse of her knees squirming a little, black dyed denim capris that fit tight to her thin figure. One of her friends, a cute short haired blonde with freckles named Amy if I recalled, said something that drew her attention and she answered them, her cherry glazed lips reappearing in my view as she lowered her phone, but the girls were too far away for me to overhear. I was, however, close enough to hear Jordan still running his mouth.
“Technology has advanced disproportionately in the last hundred years because of industrial lobbying power.” Jordan grumbled. “We have autonomous android servants dressed in advanced skins that make them virtually indistinguishable from normal people, yet science has yet to figure out teleportation and lobbyists have us still using cars with tires because, heaven forbid an antiquated industry like tire production go out of business. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the true disappointment is that modern society has been dealing with the same social issues from hundreds of years ago, like transphobia and homophobia, and those two in particular have somehow gotten worse than they were a hundred years ago!”
“Hate to remind you, but homophobia and transphobia have basically been around for all of recorded history. If we haven’t stamped them out yet, chances are, we won’t ever,” I responded tiredly. It was becoming a stock response when Jordan inevitably steered conversation to these topics.
On principal, “Love-rights” was, blessedly, something Jordan and I agreed on: everyone should just mind their damn business and let other people love who they want. Assuming their partner loves them back, of course. But the way Jordan always managed to bend every conversation to these topics had quickly become tiring. I suspected Ian felt similarly. The otherwise unflappable and chill guy frequently seemed eager to change the subject when Jordan brought it up.
“Oookay. You know, this is a fascinating debate I’ve heard twenty times now, but don’t you suppose we could move on from the classroom?” Ian interjected, sensing things getting heated. I sighed and nodded as we filed out of the classroom.
“Just because it’s always been a problem doesn’t mean we should get complacent and stop fighting it!” Jordan made his usual closing remark on the topic
“Alright,” Ian clapped his hands, drawing our attention. “Regardless of exams or human rights, it’s Ross’s turn to pick a place for dinner tonight. You wanted to go to Arnold’s Diner, right?”
“Wow, that was a transition. Actually, though, sorry guys, something came up. You and Steve can go get dinner without me,” I announced carefully.
Ian blinked. “Hm? Sure, alright, I suppose. I thought you were finally looking forward to getting to pick Arnie’s Diner, but sometimes it do be that way, right? I’ll call Steve and see if he still wants to go there or somewhere else.”
“You guys were getting dinner together?” Jordan piped up, following Ian as the latter dialed up our mutual friend. “I know a place that just opened up…”
With my friends on their way out, I hefted my bag over my shoulder and glanced across the room once again. Carole and her friends had already left. I smiled to myself. Wouldn’t want to keep her waiting.
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Despite what I thought. I was the one who ended up waiting. As per Carole’s instructions, I was to meet her outside the convenience store we frequented on our walk to and from campus. Even though she left the classroom before I had, I seemed to have beaten her there. But perhaps I had my own eagerness to blame.
Lately, Carole and I had found a new spark in our love life. When I found out last week that Carole had a good eye for security cameras and their range of view, I jumped at the chance to propose the salacious challenge of finding somewhere outside that we could make out that wouldn’t have a digital audience. Imagine my excitement at the chance to introduce her to my public sex fetish! In the modern age, it was quite a challenge, but we had found a few spots since, and had both taken quite a shine to getting dirty and even doing the deed in those blind spots where we thought we could get away with it.
When Carole asked to meet here, by this convenience store, I instantly knew what she was implying. The most recent blind spot she had found was in the alley that went behind the store building, and we hadn’t made plans yet because of the exam today. With the test finished, a little public-not-public romp sounded like a fantastic way to blow off steam.
Still, I wasn’t going to have much fun by my lonesome so until Carole arrived, I seemed to have some time to kill. My stomach growled so I turned, and sauntered into the store to look for a snack. On the way in, I was greeted by a girl in a skimpy bunny suit.
“Welcome! Hop you find everything you’re looking for, and if you need assistance, don’t hesitate to ask!”
Anyone with rudimentary understanding of footwear would balk at an employee willing to spend all day standing in heels much less dress so lasciviously in public. Fortunately, the bunny suit wearing girl felt neither pain in her feet nor shame over how much skin her outfit revealed. She was a customer service android dolled up in the latest big breasted skin. I mostly knew because the store had been required to post clear signage that they were buying and employing her in advance of her debut, but aside from that the only other give away was her lack of shame and her inhuman stamina. And the heels.
I also happened to know that that model and outfit were designed for casinos, but the proprietor, a dirty old man I knew by “Randall” had done well enough for himself even on his lonesome in this location surrounded by affluent neighborhoods that he’d apparently saved up enough to buy the robotic help. Randall was fairly unsociable himself, so the chipper young woman-looking android picked up a lot of slack and may have even paid for herself already. Given his eternal bachelor status, I’d be willing to bet Randall had also paid for the ability to bring his bunny girl to bed with him. Not that I could blame him; she was designed to be hot.
As usual, old man Randall himself was behind the counter and he gave me a disinterested nod before returning to whatever he was reading on his tablet, leaving me to browse the shelves. In the back, I happened upon a real treat, but not the kind of snack I was looking for.
“Hm? What’cha looking at?”
A college aged girl (though no one I had ever seen on campus to my knowledge) was staring down the coffee cans when she noticed that I couldn’t help but stare. When she turned to face me, she only gave me more to see. A low cut yellow halter top barely contained her huge tanned rack – just one might have been nearly as big as my head! Despite the knockers, her waist cut in pleasingly before her bodyline flared out again at her hips before flowing down long, shapely legs. I barely noticed her booty shorts on my first pass, there was so little to them, she almost might as well have been wearing a denim thong. The last thing I noticed was that she had long, strawberry blonde hair tied up in a side tail that ended with a little curl and soft gray eyes with long eyelashes.
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat and, by sheer force of will, forced myself to turn away. “Sorry,” I mumbled, hoping not to make a scene, since I was definitely hard just from looking. With what I was hoping to do with my girlfriend soon, the last thing I needed was to make trouble and draw attention to myself.
The girl sniffed dismissively and but thankfully left me alone, swaying away to a different aisle. I pretended to examine the ice cream as I calmed myself down. Finally, I grabbed a milkshake and paid for it before walking out of the store and settling on the curb. As I slurped my sweet treat, I tried to think about other things, to mixed success.
I had only ever seen those kinds of proportions on sex androids. Between her outfit and her curves, she could even make Randall’s bunny girl blush! Well, probably not technically, but having seen both recently, the comparison was fresh in my mind. Somehow this strange girl had the market-ready sex appeal robot beat.
Could this girl actually have been a sex bot herself? No, that couldn’t be the case – As far as I could tell she had been alone and androids were required to remain in the supervision of their human owner when in public. It was one of those safeguard policies. Android skins were getting so good in recent years that they could be visibly indistinguishable from normal humans which naturally could be a problem if not for mandates like that. And I supposed with regard to sex androids, they could be made to feel authentic, too. But regardless, an android wouldn’t be able to be outside on their own, so that’s a moot point.
I shook my head as if the motion would help clear that line of thought. I wondered if she had gotten surgery to achieve those looks. She seemed kinda young for that, one would expect that more from older women fighting the effects of age, but with the wealthy suburban population in the areas around the campus anything was possible. My girlfriend herself came from a rich family that would happily spend pretty much anything daddy’s little girl asked for. In fact, that up-bringing did give Carole a bit of a spoiled streak sometimes, and it had caused friction in our relationship before. Very much a: “it’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission” kind of attitude.
Finally, my phone rang and I looked to find a new message.
Sorry, babe, something came up, and I can’t hang out today.
Was that it? All that only to fizzle before the starting line? I was seething. I had canceled on the guys when I had been looking forward to hanging out with them because she had promised something better, but now? I couldn’t go back to Ian and Steve like, ‘sorry guys my other thing canceled so I’m un-canceling now!’ My pride wouldn’t allow it, not to mention if Jordan was there, he’d flay me on the spot.
Angrily, I raised my hand, ready to spike the rest of my milkshake on the ground in frustration, when someone caught my wrist. I looked up to see the tanned girl from before take a slurp from my straw.
“Now, now, don’t go wasting it and making a mess for poor Miss Bunny Tits to clean up. If you don’t want it, I’ll help you finish it off. I love this flavor.”
“Ah… sure…” I scrambled to my feet, and let her take the milkshake from me. She helped herself to a long drag and seemed to quite enjoy it enough to forget her phone in her other hand.
“Oh, my girlfriend has the same phone case…” I blurted out, after mere moments felt like too much silence.
The girl gave a start. Realizing she was still holding her phone, she stuffed it into her garish heart shaped purse. “Oh? You have a girlfriend already? A shame. My fuck buddy just canceled on me out of the blue and even with the ogling, you seem like my type.”
I gaped. “I… uh…wait wha- no, hang on. I meant ‘ex.’ My ex-girlfriend did. We broke up recently, so I still sometimes just say ‘girlfriend’ out of habit.”
Her eyes narrowed and she smiled around the straw. “I see… so does that mean, you’re… interested? I’m Sarah, by the way.”
I licked my lips. I had jumped the gun when I heard I had a chance, but what about Carole? I glanced around furtively and made sure no one was around who knew me.
No, Carole was the one who stood me up and put me in this position in the first place. Not to mention, she wouldn’t be around so she didn’t have to know.
“Ross. I’m Ross. And yeah, I’m in. In fact. I know just the place.”
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I felt a little guilty. Just a bit. Not enough to stop Sarah from giving me the best blowjob I had ever felt. As expected of a pro. At least, I assumed she was based on what she had said. I leaned back against the back of a building, the overhangs casting the back alley in early evening shade. The tanned girl varied her rhythm as she swallowed and sucked my dick; her tongue technique and pressure were incredible. Carole had given me head before, but she wasn’t as good at it. Just as I was thinking it though, Sarah pulled back, letting my manhood slip from her lips but rose to catch it on her bosom.
“This is quite the spicy spot. Someone could come around that corner at any moment, huh? Nothing would stop them. Not that anyone would go out back behind a convenience store. Unless…” She murmured in a sultry tone. “You have daring taste. I like that. And this.” She took hold of her breasts and pulled them apart, allowing my dick to submerge within their hot, soft embrace. “This is quite the specimen, as well.” I wasn’t small, but she giggled as her boobs nearly engulfed my shaft entirely. Only when she shifted her diaphragm low did the tip of my penis poke out from her cleavage.
Already close from the blowjob, feeling her huge tits slide along my length quickly pushed me to the brink.
“Ah…” I breathed, “I’m cumming!”
Sarah lowered herself so that my head breached her sea of softness, allowing her to swiftly bring her lips over it just as I burst. I could feel her gently sucking, drawing more and more of my semen out. I couldn’t believe how long it felt like my orgasm lasted, but when it finally subsided, Sarah let me go, licking her lips with a mischievous look.
“Not bad,” she grinned. “Hope you’re not done already, though!” She rose and ran hands down her body, starting with her breasts, and drawing my eye down along her curves to her waist. She knew exactly what her figure could do to a man. When her hands reached her hips, she hooked her thumbs into the low hanging short shorts and pulled them down along with her panties as she traced her hips, stopping when she could simply let go of the garments and let them fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them and turned, showing her backside. She had an almost comically small pair of angel wings tattooed over her shoulder blades, and down the middle of her back was another tattoo of a zipper that ran from the nape of her neck down along her spine to her tailbone.
I swallowed hard, feeling my junk fighting its refractory period to get hard again in a hurry.
Sarah braced herself against the far wall and stuck out her rear, reaching back with one hand to spread one cheek and show off her sopping, eager pussy.
“My other mouth’s thirsty, too, Ross. Hurry.”
Encouraged by the shameless display, I stepped up, finally feeling myself grow harder again, just in time to line myself up with her waiting folds.
“Mhm… mahhh…” She groaned softly, squirming a bit as I inserted myself, until I had sheathed myself entirely up to the base in her hot, moist grip. I marveled at how amazing it felt inside of her, her insides seeming to convulse around my girth, so much so that I almost forgot to start moving my hips. It felt a shame to pull out, but the pleasing friction of pulling against her flesh and, when I was almost out, the anticipation of driving back in made up for it. Soon, I found myself bucking against her; hands gripping her hips like handles, my thighs slapped against her butt as I strove to push myself deeper each time.
Having just came, I lasted a bit longer like that than earlier, but even so, our time copulating felt simultaneously like an eternity suspended in pleasure but also as brief as a blink. Pressure building in my sacs gave the barest warning before I blew my load, filling Sarah with almost as much as I had let out before, to my surprise.
I took in a deep breath, filling lungs with blessed air. Had I forgotten to breathe while overcome with such pleasure? I felt the usual post coitus fatigue set in, and though I really didn’t want to pull out, I feared I’d collapse on top of my impromptu partner if I let myself stay connected. Gingerly, I withdrew myself and retreated to give her space, stumbling a little and catching myself back against the far alleyway wall, while Sarah seemed content to remain how she was as she caught her own breath.
I saw a large dollop of white slime ooze from Sarah’s pussy, falling sloppily to the ground between her wide stance, followed by another. That had never happened before… or at least, Carole had never let me see it. Had I really cum that much? Given the length and intensity of my orgasms this time, perhaps it was possible. Why this time was so different, though, was a mystery. Because I was ch-cheating? Because Sarah was hotter than Carole? Carole was plenty attractive in her own right… My mind wandered a bit in the haze until my eyes refocused on the small puddle of jizz collecting between Sarah’s feet and finally had a terrifying realization.
“Ah shit… I went in raw without thinking about it,” I groaned.
Having recovered some, Sarah straightened up and stretched. She turned back around to face me with an unconcerned smile.
“Don’t worry. It’s alright. Maybe not your relationship status, but you don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant. After all, this isn’t a real pussy,” she explained nonchalantly. She adjusted her stance now that her slit seemed to have stopped leaking.
Wait, what? I blinked, hearing her words but not understanding.
“Ross?!”
My head snapped to look at the familiar voice whimpering from the alley’s corner. A pale, confused hand gripped her long red curls. Her eyes wide, her cherry pink lips hung open as she stared in shock.
My heart stopped. “C-C-Carole? It- it’s not what it looks like!” I stammered before my brain caught up. Though, really, what else could it be? My voice failed me as I felt my relationship and reputation crumble around me.
“See, what did I tell you, he’s a man like any other – weak to temptation,” Sarah told the blubbering redhead. That was… not what I had expected her to say.
“Wha… what’s going on?” I managed to ask hoarsely, looking between the two girls.
Carole drew closer, ambling unsteadily. Sarah swayed forth meeting her half way and Carole folded into the other woman’s arms, burying her face in Sarah’s tan bosom. Sarah looked back at me with a smug sneer.
“I met Carole a few weeks ago after you’d let her down. Who only gets themselves off during sex and then just leaves? Well turns out a girl can only fake her orgasms for so long before the sex starts becoming a loveless chore. Feeling uncertain about your relationship and sexually unsatisfied, she found me and spilled her guts. I swing both ways and it was so hard to just leave her alone after that. So we started dating in secret. Whenever you left her wanting, she’d visit me afterwards and I’d finish her off for you.”
I didn’t understand. All I could do was stare as Sarah once again widened her stance and reached between her legs. She inserted one finger into her cunt with a look of concentration, followed by another and another, her folds stretching unnaturally until her entire hand had disappeared inside her. When she pulled her hand out, she drew with it a thick black phallus. Erect and slick with clear juices, it must have been three or four inches larger than my dick even at my biggest, and girthier to boot. Carole let go of Sarah to kneel before her, mirroring the scene in that very alley from earlier, only instead of Sarah giving me head, it was Carole sucking off Sarah.
“Is… is that? That’s a dildo, right?” I asked. It looked too big to be real, not to mention the color stood out against Sarah’s light orange-brown tan…
“Is it?” Sarah responded tauntingly, “I wonder…” she laughed, resting a hand on Caroles head as she worked the shaft. Carole alternated between running her tongue along the massive member’s length and girth and attempting to deepthroat it. Sarah kept throwing me amused looks between guiding her tool deeper down Carole’s throat till the redhead was finally able to swallow the huge thing to the base. It would have been an incredible display if it weren’t so incredibly messed up.
Sarah’s face scrunched up finally and as Carole let the tanned girl’s huge dick out of her mouth, my head spun at the thick stream of ropy white goo that spewed from the tip, plastering Carole’s face. Sarah let out a pleasured sigh and glanced at me then at the puddle where I had fucked her just minutes earlier. The puddle was still there.
“Ha, did you perhaps think you had produced all that?”
I looked away, my cheeks flushing. This was as humiliating as it was confusing, and I had had about enough.
Angrily, I packed myself back into my pants and stood, but found the duo standing in my way. Carole had produced a towel from somewhere and cleaned herself up a bit, but there were still globs of white in her hair and on her clothes. For Sarah’s part, the tanned girl was still bottomless, with the thick black… no dark brown dick shaped thing poking out from her nethers, still hard as ever. I noticed a milky white bead remained on the tip as I eyed it.
I didn’t know what to think of the thing. I’d never heard of a… err… shemale? Transwoman? Futanari? whatever Sarah actually was: She clearly had a pussy – I had felt it myself. Yet, she was able to produce this extra appendage… seemingly from within her womanhood, assuming my eyes hadn’t betrayed me earlier. Seeing it in action had shaken me, but I got my nerves under control and reconsidered things logically.
I knew that realistic dildos, even ones capable of ejaculating, existed. If modern technology could give androids realistic human exterior skins, then the same technology could make such dildos equally indistinguishable from the real deal. The only mystery was how Sarah had hidden it. Maybe it was collapsable? To an extreme degree? Wait, what did Sarah mean about her pussy not being real? Could that… Aah! Forget it, this wasn’t worth thinking about.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Sarah grabbed my arm as I turned to try to leave out the other side of the alley. “We’re not finished with you yet.”
I felt my anger flare again. I’d tried to be civil and accept my failure as a boyfriend by getting out of the way. “What?” I asked flatly. “You’re not done humiliating me? I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn’t have, I don’t know, let Sarah seduce me? Why am I the villain for that when she was the one who came on to me? I shouldn’t have succumb, but she shouldn’t be blameless for inviting me!” I spat, my voice rising with each word.
Carole looked around nervously, and Sarah put a finger to her lips to shush me. “Hang on, hang on, we’re the ones who should be apologizing. We took things too far, sorry Ross.”
That… disarmed me.
“Wh-what now?”
The girls shared guilty grins with each other before Sarah turned, showing me her back once more. Before my eyes, I watched as Carole dug her fingers into what I thought was a zipper tattoo at Sarah’s neck and drew the chuck down the woman’s back. With Carole’s continued help, Sarah’s tanned back stretched, revealing a different pale back just underneath her skin. That’s what it was, as I watched – just a skin, that, once it had peeled and stretched far enough, a familiar bundle of red locks breached from the opening.
I once again stared (I’d done that a lot this afternoon, it seemed), as I was faced with two Caroles. The one that had been inside the Sarah skin…suit? offered an apologetic smile.
“The plan had been just to tease you a little before we reveal these, but as I said, we got carried away and ended up taking the teasing too far.”
The Carole who had appeared to catch us earlier reached behind her neck and I had to watch in horror as my girlfriend’s lovely features deformed and her head deflated as she removed her own skinsuit, revealing a vaguely familiar freckled girl with short blonde hair. No, I did recognize her. She was Carole’s friend. The one I saw talking to her after the exam earlier.
“Sorry,” Amy conceded guiltily. “We did go too far, but there’s a good reason for… well the original plan.”
I raised an eyebrow, still unsure of how to feel.
“Well, the truth is,” the real Carole started, “I have been a little unsatisfied with our sex life. Don’t get me wrong, finding these semi-public places is great, but it’s not really my kink. This is my kink.” She lifted the husk of Sarah’s upper half that still hung flaccidly from her waist. I was aware in my mind that the black phallic thing was probably still there hidden behind the skin. “I know it’s weird and you’re probably traumatized by it now after what we did, but I wanted you to experience it first hand before you could judge it. You’d shared your interest in public sex with me, and you know, we can combine the two. They’re not mutually exclusive. But… um.. well, I’ll tell you more if you’re interested, but I just want to first ask for your forgiveness. I really don’t want to break up with you, and I’m sorry for even falsely giving that impression.” She bowed her head nervously. Amy did the same next to her.
I was hurt for sure, but I also found I couldn’t reject her earnest apology. I sighed deeply.
“Alright. I forgive you. But you definitely do have a lot of explaining to do.”
Both girls looked up, meeting my eyes with relief and excitement.
“Let’s go back to my place. We’ve been out here for a while and made quite a mess already, so we can relax and talk more freely in some real privacy,” Carole suggested, and Amy nodded emphatically before both girls began putting their suits the rest of the way back on. Walking around half suited was, understandably not an option.
It was as surreal watching Carole pull Sarah’s skin back over herself as it had been seeing her shed it. Sarah had a different body shape from Carole – Sarah was generally bigger all around, while still maintaining feminine proportions, so it almost seemed like Carole grew inside the suit to match the new form. Without any empty skinsuit to obscure it, it quickly became impossible to ignore the elephant in the alley, and once Sarah’s gray eyes fluttered open she offered me a grin, keenly aware of what I was thinking.
“As you guessed earlier, this is a dildo. A fancy one, too, as you saw. As for how I do this,” she prefaced before taking hold of the incongruous appendage and slowly pushing it back inside herself. Amazingly “Sarah’s” pussy swallowed the huge thing whole leaving nothing but her feminine lips to be covered by her string thong and short shorts. “That’s one of the interesting and convenient side effects of these skinsuits’ spatial shapers.”
“Spatial shapers? Like that packing technology? The one that lets you stuff a whole closet of clothes in one suitcase?”
“The very same!” Amy picked up the explanation as she adjusted Carole’s face. It was bizarre seeing wrinkles in my girlfriend’s very face, only for her to smooth them out and be left with a perfectly normal and natural looking face the next moment. Also that she wasn’t actually my girlfriend. “Spatial shaping tech manipulates space – it can make something too big fit into a smaller area, and conversely, it can allow something too small to fill out a larger volume. In this case, skinsuits were adapted from skins for androids. Even those were being developed with spatial shaping inside to allow androids to pack more technology and features before letting the skin hide the extra bulk. For our skinsuits, the spatial shaping tech was refind by private endeavors to make sure it’s safe for people to wear. The result is as you see – what amounts to a perfect disguise anyone can wear.”
“Pretty amazing, huh?” “Sarah” took over the spontaneous seminar, apparently unable to help herself, despite saying they’d wait till they got back to the apartment. “This kink’s been around for a while, but as Amy said, only recently has modern technology given us ways to actually realize it properly in real life. Aside from fetishists like us, there’s some real case uses for skinsuits in film and medicine. Oh, as a fetish, it’s called ‘Skinsuit’ or ‘Kawamono’ in Japanese. It has historically been portrayed in media as disguises for spy movies or mystery cartoons. Some popular horror/slasher media also technically falls under the umbrella but while some fiction in the kink can undeniably get that gory and twisted, most of the fetish usually focuses less on the body horror and more on personal exploration and experimentation or with the social changes that come with the ability to become someone not yourself. It’s adjacent to Transformation and Possession but still it’s its own thing most of the time.” I wasn’t really following most of it, but it was cute and a little amusing hearing her enthusiastically prattle on like an innocent introvert finally allowed to spill about their current hyperfixation, all while redressing Sarah in her slutty get up.
“Some elitists from other fetishes have condescendingly called skinsuiting ‘transformation with extra steps,’ or similarly, ‘possession with extra steps,’ since it can go towards either if the story choses to create a skinsuit from magic or technology or if there’s a victim that becomes a suit to be worn. For a lot of us though, those extra steps themselves actually add a bit of believability. Rather than, ‘I can just magically turn into someone else,’ it feels more feasible to find a mysterious suit that can transform me into someone else, right? It’s a lower bar to achieve. Even if the suit is also magic in the end, making the origins of the suit more realistic or ambiguous removes some of the burden on suspension of disbelief, at least that’s how it was in skinsuit fiction of the past. Now that we actually have real skinsuits, we don’t have to exist solely in fantasy anymore. Ahh I’m so glad I was born into this era!” Amy, or rather ‘Carole’ added. I was going to have to figure out how to think of them and fast. Might be best to think of her as… an Amy variant of Carole, perhaps? “A!Carole”? I’d have to ask them how they do it.
“So I suppose you obviously share this kink,” I observed, directing the statement at A!Carole.
“Guilty,” my girlfriend’s impersonator admitted. “Imagine my surprise when I found out we were both into this. It is not and probably never will be a common fetish, but our numbers have grown over the years.” That sounded like a story in of itself. For another time perhaps though.
“About that, Ross,” Sarah piped up. “There was another thing I was wondering about, Ross. When I was Sarah earlier, I mentioned that I swing both ways. That’s… actually true. I was wondering if you’d be okay with Amy sometimes joining us. You don’t have to commit to dating her and she won’t take me away from you. In fact it’s probably best if you pretend like your just distant acquaintances still while in public. But in private, I thought it might be fun if she could join us as a fuck buddy. We can sort out the specifics later.”
I blinked. “Um…” I shot A!Carole a look and she blushed (the suits can do that, even?) and nodded in confirmation.
“If you don’t mind.”
I scratched one cheek sheepishly. “Well, I can’t say I mind. I was er.. baited by Sarah after all. What guy wouldn’t relish the opportunity to have fun with two lovely ladies?”
“Aww! You’re the best, Ross! Thanks for being so open minded!” Sarah squealed excitedly and pounced, taking one of my arms and hugging it. A!Carole took the other, doing the same. I felt extremely self conscious waltzing out of the back alley behind the convenience store with A!Carole on one arm and Sarah on the other, especially with the latter dressed as she was.
With the enticing prospect of imminent and future threesomes, I allowed myself to be hauled back to the girls’ apartment.
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The girls began stripping the moment they were safe behind closed doors. I supposed they had an extra layer to get through if they were going to remove their skinsuits, too. The show was a feast for the eyes regardless, even with the weirdness that came from my being unaccustomed yet to skinsuits. Now that I was in a bit more of a stable emotional state, it was almost humorous seeing Sarah’s bare tits once more deflated like balloons and peel away to allow Carole’s own smaller, but still perky and sizeable mounds to breathe.
Amy stripped from her Carole skinsuit, revealing an attractive body in her own right. She was only a bit smaller in the bust department than Carole, but that was probably because she was thinner on all fronts.
While Carole was used to being naked in front of me, Amy was expectedly a bit more bashful. And to be honest, getting naked myself, I felt a little more guarded than usual, too. But I pushed that feeling away; it served no purpose here.
“You’re beautiful in your own way,” I tried to reassure her with a warm smile. She smiled nervously back.
“It’s pretty different being yourself than being in a skin. I didn’t have any trouble doing fellato for ‘Sarah’ as Carole, but now that I’m, er.. myself… well don’t worry about me. I’ll get used to it,” she told me.
I noticed too late to warn her and Carole snuck up behind her roommate and slid her arms under Amy’s, grabbing handfuls of the other girl’s breasts.
“Amy’s cute as a doll,” Carole snickered from behind her friend. “Hey, Ross, did you know that cup size is a relative measurement? It’s not just the size of her bust, but the size of her bust compared against the size of her frame. So even though Amy’s smaller than me, she’s still a D cup like me, just with a different band size.”
I felt my smile twitch. What exactly was I supposed to do with that information? “Is that so?”
“Indeed. Why don’t you come appreciate Amy’s Ds like you love mine.”
“C-Carole!?” Amy squawked.
“Uh… But I’m not sure Amy feels quite ready for that,” I rebutted as politely as I could. As exciting as it was to have a third, I still wasn’t quite sure how to handle someone I wasn’t as used to being intimate with. Especially since she seemed shy herself.
“This is the best way to get over that awkwardness though,” Carole insisted. “For both of you.”
“No, she’s right,” Amy admitted and stopped struggling, allowing Carole to present her assets for my… appreciation. Well, if she said it was okay, I wasn’t going to object.
“Mnghnn…” Amy winced and moaned softly as I gently cupped her breasts. As Carole had mentioned, they weren’t as big as hers, but they were still quite full and soft. Much like Carole’s they were pleasant to knead, but there was some discernible difference, even if I wasn’t quite observant enough to be able to tell specifically what. It made sense though – all women were different in their own ways.
The mood heated up as Amy and I grew aroused. As I played with her tits, I noticed Carole’s hands slide down to tease Amy’s nethers, and Amy herself moved her hands down to stroke my stiffening member. As things often did when we got in a sexual flow, we moved on instinct, finding each other in sync even without words. Amy shifted down to begin sucking me off. Carole took her place in my embrace and we kissed. Carole switched places with Amy again, letting me kiss the thinner blonde, appreciating how her cute freckles also flecked her shoulders and dotted her chest. I was getting close so I stopped Carole and moved the girls to the bed where I laid them down and ate them each out in turn. They clasped hands as they moaned. Finally it came time to take the next step.
The girls inserted their contraceptive inserts. Small bullet shaped inserts that, in my admittedly limited knowledge on the topic, functioned like suppositories – melting from body heat and coating their insides with a thin, potent, but safe spermicide. Amy climbed back on the bed, but Carole stood up and made for her walk-in closet.
“Amy can go first, I’ll be right back,” Carole suggested before disappearing into her closet’s depths.
“If she says so, huh?” I joked lightly with Amy, who giggled back.
“Carole’s er… broken me in already, but you’ll be the first guy I’ve been with,” she murmured.
“Oh, lucky me,” I grinned before we kissed once more.
She laid down on her back. Missionary was a good place to start. I lined up my cock with her waiting slit and slowly pushed my way in. Knowing how kinky Carole could get, I could picture her fucking Amy with that black dildo from before and I had a moment’s fear that my size couldn’t match up to what sexual technology could offer. But fortunately Amy’s folds convulsed tightly around me, and she moaned softly, seeming to be feeling me plenty. My hips rocked, not for the first time that day, and it probably would not be the last either. Close as the girls had gotten me, I felt myself on the edge of orgasm pretty soon, but the taunts from earlier echoed in my ears. I held myself back as long as I could last before I couldn’t keep myself contained any longer and my semen burst forth.
“Ah! I’m cumming!” I breathed. “S-sorry, was that too soon?” Having shot twice already earlier I didn’t have much to give and my orgasm was comparably short, but I still found it reasonably satisfying. “How was it?” I asked nervously as I pulled out.
Amy reached up and pulled me onto the sheets next to her where she rested her forehead against mine, her face still flushed.
“Don’t worry, you were great. Thank you,” she whispered. I felt relieved.
“Don’t go falling asleep just yet, Babe. The night’s just beginning,” Carole’s voice pierced my growing fatigue. Rising I glanced over to see her holding a long orange-brown garment in one hand, her other behind her back. No, not a garment. A skinsuit. “But we will give your penis a well deserved break for now.”
“Wait, you want me to wear that?” I asked, incredulously.
“I said anyone could wear these, didn’t I?” Carole asserted smugly. “That means anyone.”
I frowned. “I… wait didn’t Amy say that?” Inspecting the skinsuit, I could tell from the extra baggy flesh around the chest and lack of anything between the thighs that it was a female skinsuit. The long blonde hair and tanned skin tone clicked. It was not just any female skinsuit. The image of Sarah’s voluptuous curves entered my mind, and to my surprise, imagining myself wearing that form aroused me considerably.
Well, since I was getting a threesome out of it, I supposed it was only fair I played along. At worst, I could handle some laughs at my expense. And at best…
“Alright, what the fuck, let’s give it a try.”
Carole and Amy directed me to the edge of the bed and led me through the process of putting the skinsuit on. The opening in the back was the starting point. They guided my legs in first; it was like putting on a wetsuit, yet somehow the material slid over my skin more easily than I expected. Pulling the skin taut from the upper thighs, I wiggled my toes and watched as Sarah’s painted purple toe nails waggled back at me. In my mind, it felt off – like my legs and feet should have been bigger than they looked and felt, and the dissonance was a bit trippy. Despite that, the sensation of compression against my skin was not an unpleasant one.
“Ah!” I gasped as Amy put one finger on my covered thigh, running it down my leg before tickling the bottom of my foot. “Ah! Hey! I… I can feel that.” I could feel the skinsuit against my skin, yet at the same time, I felt Amy’s touch as if the skinsuit’s surface was my own skin.
“Another trick of the spatial manipulation in conjunction with some other technology I don’t understand myself – sensations are transferred through directly. As if it’s your own skin. Wait till you feel her boobs,” Amy chuckled as she explained.
“Before that though, we need to take care of your junk,” Carole interjected.
“Huh.. so do I need to tuck or som- ack!” I asked but my girlfriend cut me off, casually reaching into the skin and grabbing my equipment. She guided it into a pocket in the interior surface of the skinsuit.
“That’s what this is there for. It’s where I stored my dildo before. It connects to an extra space that then links to the suit’s vagina but doesn’t intrude unless you tell it to, so when you know how to, you can project your manhood out through the pussy,” Carole informed me.
“And how do I do that?”
“With that taken care of, let’s keep going. Once you’re used to it, you can get in and out of suits pretty quickly. I’d already be done if I were putting Sarah back on myself!” Carole evaded the question with a smile. I could guess what that meant. She had said my cock would be taking a break.
The girls had me pull the suit up over my hips and waist and held it for me as I inserted my hands into the opening in the back, finding the arm holes and sliding into those. Following the girls’ instructions, I pulled the torso up over my shoulders and slid all the way into the arms in one motion. To my initial disappointment, Sarah’s funbags remained deflated against my chest as I fixed my fingers that had missed their respective digits, a process that was interrupted when Amy zipped up the seam along my back up part way. Apparently it was far enough to trigger something in the suit though, because Sarah’s breasts suddenly came to life, actually flinging my arms out. Carole was in their path and got smacked.
“Oh my God!” Carole snorted laughing. “They puffed up like airbags and.. pft hahaha!”
“Was it that funny getting hit? Since when do you snort when you laugh?” I forced a laugh of my own, trying to keep up the playful teasing atmosphere, though I was too excited and anxious to feel as amused myself. At least she didn’t seem hurt.
“I’m fine. Are you okay? A little warning next time, Amy!” Carole answered, fighting down her giggles.
“S-sorry!” Amy squeaked from behind me. “I didn’t realize it would do that. I thought it had to be all the way on before changes applied. At least, when putting on fully for the first time.”
“Depends on the suit and maker, I think,” Carole surmised. “Alright, anyway, all that’s left is the head. Ready, Ross?”
“Uh… as ready as I’ll be,” I nodded, resisting the urge to play with the new weights on my chest. They were heavy, and really pulled on my shoulders and back. No wonder some women had back issues, and they didn’t have the convenience of being able to take them off like I would.
The girls showed me that the zipper hole stretched far more than I expected it’d be able. I held my breath on instinct as if diving underwater, and they pulled the reverse hood up over my head. Everything went dark and I felt a pressure over my entire head and face.
“Easiest thing is to find the nose and lip slots and everything else should align itself from there,” I heard Amy instruct me. I plucked at the fabric covering my face, remembering watching the girls do it behind the store earlier. It shifted on my face until I felt my nose slot in. My lips found their spots as well and as promised I could suddenly tell what parts needed a little tug here or there. Before long, I opened my new eyes.
Without the husk of Sarah’s head blocking my view, I had an unimpeded view of Sarah’s beautiful tits filling the bottom of my vision. My hands found the soft, warm mounds without thought, and I felt an electric shock run through my body when my fingers found my new nipples.
“Ah!” a sultry moan escaped my mouth several octaves higher than my voice should have been. “M-my voice has changed, too!?” I remarked, both in surprise and testing my voice. Now that I thought back on it, Sarah sounded distinct from Carole, so it did seem consistent that suits also changed the wearer’s voice accordingly. “How?” I looked at Carole, but she just shrugged.
“Dunno. Another thing I know suits can do, but I’m not an expert on how they work. Probably also different depending on the suit and maker. Either way, that’s over my head. I just know that these ones do. Besides, it’s more important what you do with them, isn’t it?”
“R-right…” I felt at my throat and also noticed the lack of an Adam’s apple. It reminded me of one other key spot that would be different from what I was used to as a man.
Carole caught my wrist before I could get between my legs though.
“Nu-uh. Not yet. We’ll give you plenty of experience with your new found femininity soon enough, so just be patient. The night’s still young,” she told me commandingly. I had a feeling I’d be hearing that phrase a lot tonight, even when it stopped being true.
I wasn’t used to her being so dominant, and maybe it was my new, unfamiliar body, but I found her taking the lead weirdly comforting.
“Over here.”
I hadn’t noticed Amy step away but she returned from Carole’s walk-in closet with a sly smirk. I was beginning to understand that Amy was more comfortable around women; her previous shyness seemed to have dissipated once I had sheathed myself in the other girl’s form. Instead, the blonde strut forward, boldly letting a large light purple strap-on dildo sway affixed to her crotch by a black leather harness strapped around her hips.
Given the direction of the last few minutes and the knowledge that Carole had one, I wasn’t surprised to see a second dildo rear itself now that I sported a pussy of my own. I wasn’t surprised, but I was intimidated as fuck. The purple one eyed monster looked even bigger on Amy’s slender frame, making it seem almost grotesque. She climbed onto the bed and stood in the center. I turned, mesmerized, following the wobbling tool and found it hovering in my face.
“Hope you were paying attention when we were sucking you off earlier. Cause now it’s your turn,” Amy declared, folding her arms under her bosom.
Up close, my fears multiplied. There was no way the huge thing would fit. Like Carole’s toy, It was bigger than my cock by several inches and girthier, to match. As I felt her press the thing against my lips, I noticed it was even warm, and seemed to twitch in response to contact. For all the things technology had advanced, of course it would be sexcraft on the cutting edge.
“Come on, suck on it. It’s only fair after we swallowed yours, right?” Amy prodded. She pushed against my lips a bit more with her tip. My transformation really seemed to have unleashed a different side of the freckled blonde. Was this what it was called being a ‘switch?’
Unsure of what other option I had, I parted my lips and let her enter. My jaw felt wrenched wide as she forayed into my mouth, and when she found the back of my throat, there was still a good quarter of her toy still outside my mouth.
I felt hands on my head, preventing me from retreating.
“That’s no good, Sarah. You need to take it all the way to the base or your partner won’t be satisfied! Isn’t that what we’re practicing for?” Carole’s voice whispered in my ear.
Amy smiled innocently and jerked her hips forward, invading my throat and making me gag. I shuddered, my eyes tearing, and my nose pressing up against the leather harness but Carole held me fast from behind. It felt like forever, but eventually Amy pulled back, withdrawing entirely from my mouth and allowing me to breathe again.
“Well that’s no good, but I suppose until you’re ready for proper deepthroat practice you can work on other fellatio techniques,” Carole’s voice was gentle but her admonishment stung. The redhead climbed onto the bed next to Amy. She had equipped her own strap-on, bringing the purple phallic toy reinforcements in the form of a dark brown cock. It wasn’t as big as Amy’s but it was just as thick and up close, I could see a fleshy texture and veins. It was indeed one of those top quality ones presumably using the same skinsuit technology that I was currently wearing to disguise an ejaculating dildo as a real cock.
I was right when I suspected that Carole’s toy would be the harder one to service. I had to suppress a gag reflex even before getting my lips around it. It even smelled and tasted authentic – a musk and hint of salty sweat respectively assaulted my senses as I opened my mouth to let it in. The hot, firm yet springy rod was an oppressive presence in my maw, yet Carole seemed to enjoy my performance, so I forced myself to focus on that. It must have had another side inserted into her womanhood that reacted to what I did to this end, because she would twitch or moan as I got more accustomed to and bolder in working her shaft.
“Hey, don’t forget me, too.” Amy asserted, pushing her purple toy in my face once more. I let go of Carole’s and swallowed down Amy’s. Despite the shaky start, we fell into a rhythm like before and even I was feeling aroused and comfortable by the end. My trance was shattered before long though.
“Ah… I’m… it’s cumming!”
“Me too!”
I felt the brown appendage in my mouth pulse just moments before hot, ropy ejaculate burst forth into my mouth, slamming down my throat before I could react. I choked on the bitter/salty slime and reeled back. To my side Amy’s dildo similarly began squirting thick dollops of imitation cum. Between the two of them, I was covered in seconds. I could keenly feel the hot milky spunk clinging and dripping from my skin.
As I was wiping the fake jizz from my eyes, I felt warm bodies settle in next to me. The girls cuddled each of my arms, unconcerned by the slime.
“Sorry, we got a little rough there,” Carole cooed in my ear. I felt her cup my heavy breasts, and I gasped as she gave them a pinch. Amy did the same on the other side almost in sync. “I’m a little excited I finally get to share this with you. I never thought it’d be possible. I was so afraid of sharing this fetish since a lot of people hear it and assume the worst. Thanks for giving it a chance. Now, lay down and relax. We’ll show you what it’s really like to feel like a woman.”
I did as I was told and Amy occupied my top half with some intense frenching while she played with my tits. Down below, I felt Carole spread my legs. I felt her breath upon my mound just moments before she began.
“Don’t worry, Sarah’s not a virgin, so you don’t have to worry about your first time hurting. Lucky you,” Amy whispered, taking a break from their making out.
I barely heard her as the first stroke of Carole’s tongue against my folds sent a shock of pleasure up my spine into the back of my head. I hadn’t even recovered from the first before she struck again. I struggled to maintain any self-awareness as I felt her suck and tease my pussy, alternating between slashing across my folds and clit with her tongue and shoving it into my depths. If this was what just a tongue felt like, I could hardly imagine how a full penis felt, much less the monster toys the girls sported. I knew that would be coming, yet I was helpless to prepare myself, brought to a blubbering, sweating mess just from Carole’s cunnilingus. When Carole rose, satisfied with the foreplay, I had already cum twice – at least, I assumed that was what I had felt. It was different from a man’s building pressure and powerful singular release. It wasn’t as intense in a single moment, but rather, wave after wave of ever escalating pleasure that, altogether synergized for a wild experience.
“Hang in there, Sarah, the best part hasn’t even begun yet,” Amy purred, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
I felt something nuzzle my folds once more. The mere touch made my breath catch. It was coming. Amy held my hands tightly as Carole put more pressure behind her hips. I could feel my quivering flower resist for just a moment, before giving way, parting to allow the ever insistent appendage entry into my depths. I groaned. The feeling of being entered, of the fleshy toy scraping against my walls accelerated the waves of pleasure.
“Halfway in…” Carole’s voice informed me. Only half way?
Color bloomed and my vision blurred and I felt my whole body curl. It was painful, like I was being split down the center. Yet it was also pleasurable, like… my whole pelvic area had become as hot and sensitive as a dick mid orgasm. That wasn’t quite right, but I wasn’t sure how else to describe it.
“Haaah, yeah… I shoved the rest all in at once. That’s what that was… hehe. Alright, I’m gonna start moving now, enjoy~” my girlfriend sighed, clearly enjoying herself as well.
It was like Carole’s oral before, but more intense, and accompanied by a new sense of fullness in my pelvis whenever she pushed her false dick in. I was helpless beneath her as she bore down on me, and I came so hard I feared my body would break, if not from the overwhelming stimulation, then from the huge toy driving into me.
I don’t know how long we went on, but I only recognized Carole’s orgasm by her lustful moans accompanied by a new hot sensation filling me below my stomach. I was delirious from the pleasure. My mind was a haze. I vaguely registered Carole and Amy switching places before the sensations assaulted me anew.
I don’t remember what happened after that – everything was a blur of feelings. Heat, pleasure, sticky moistness, sweat.
Eventually I passed out and the next morning I woke.
Something felt wrong. My head was fuzzy and my whole body was sore. As I sat up, I nearly fell over again because weight on my chest messed with my sense of balance.
Weight on my chest?
My eyes refocused and I realized that I had the biggest, fattest tits I’d ever seen mounted to my front.
“Whaa!” I yelped before I could stop myself. My bedfellows stirred as I cupped my bulbous mammaries and tried to process the organs and my high pitched, girly voice at the same time.
“Mhm? Sarah? What’s wrong?” Carole muttered, leaning into me and even casually resting her chin on one of my breasts like a pillow. “Nightmare?”
“I’m… what? I’m a girl?” My mind couldn’t process this first in the morning.
“What’s the matter?” Amy on my other side groped my other breast making me gasp again. “Of course you’re a girl. Would a guy have these beautiful melons?”
“I… no, but…” I studdered. “But I’m not a girl… My name is…"
“Sarah,” Amy filled in for me, but I shook my head. That wasn’t right.
“No, I’m… Ross. I’m a guy… but…”
“Alright, that’s enough teasing,” Carole reprimanded Amy. The blonde stuck out her tongue playfully but rolled back under the sheets where it was warm. Carole picked herself up and faced me properly. “You’re right. You are Ross. Do you remember what we did last night? First behind the convenience store, and again once you got back here to our place?”
Slowly the shock of waking up with boobs faded and the adrenaline made room for my memories to return.
“This is… a skinsuit?” I testingly pinched my cheek. It hurt, scarily, but I was able to find the superficial layer and it stretched far more easily than a cheek should.
“That’s right. We were… experimenting last night. We got a bit rough, probably more than we should have for your first time as a girl. But did you enjoy it at least?” Carole asked repentantly.
Thinking back I remember surprise, and a bit of shame, but also a lot of pleasure, intense sensations that lasted a lot longer than I was used to orgasms lasting. I nodded cautiously, but upon seeing Carole’s radiant relieved smile, I felt myself relax.
“Good… good. Do you think you’d be… open to trying more like this sometime?”
It was a little scary, but at the same time, it was hard to imagine never getting to experience that again now that I had had a taste for it. My pride as a man protested, but I suppressed it. Carole had shared this side of her with me. The least I could do is respect her courage. And it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy it in the end.
“Y… yeah. I’d want- I’d be up for that.”
Carole grinned. “You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear. Thank you, Ross! I love you!”
That smile.
That damn smile.
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Wearing a light red, sheer nightgown, Carole smiled at her boyfriend’s back until he disappeared from view, shielding her eyes from the morning sun. Once he was all cleaned up, stripped from Sarah’s husk, and headed back to his place, she retreated back within the shade of her apartment and closed and locked the door behind her. In the entryway, she glanced up at her security camera, studying the lens as it automatically focused on her.
“Did you enjoy the show? If you liked the warm and fuzzies, stop here. If you have a taste for darkness though, come with me. The password will be...” she paused to consider.
"1MoreLayer"
The camera feed flickered and froze and a link appeared in the center of the image:
https://subcutaneouslover.wordpress.com/vulnerability-revealed
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