Chasing Celebrities

The Corner Café was quite calm this time of morning. 9 am and only the few lucky ones that lacked a 9 to five job were there, relaxing in the rays of morning sunlight. Among them was Patrique Oldwater, a young, vibrant woman that was busy rummaging through her handbag, looking for her wallet to pay her bill. She had her blonde hair in a straight tall line , with a face full of life to compensate It was a good thing that she wasn’t very observant because if she had been she’d have noticed the goth teenager closely observing her every move from across the room. A frail looking girl, with9 snow white skin and way too much dark eyeshadow. Patrique was lost in her own cute mind as she slammed a few dollar bills on the counter before taking a left into the bathroom. Like a shadow, the goth girl followed far enough behind not to be noticed. Patrique opened her purse, once again stumbling through it completely lost in thought. The Goth girl entered the room, the eyes that bulged out just a bit too far from her face scanning across it all. The target was alone. Perfect.

Within one moment Patrique Oldwater collapsed forward as her skin deflated. Without skipping a beat the goth girl walked up to the deflated skinsuit and set of clothes that lay there. The Goth Girl, or Darka, as they’d taken to calling her picked up the deflated skinsuit, dragging it, its clothes and the purse into a toilet. She put it down on the toilet cover draped across it all. She rummaged through the skinsuit’s pocket, pulling out her ID and car keys, stuffing it in her own jeans. Darka pressed the skinsuit inside the purse, making sure all of it was inside and non-visible. One final check around the cramped room that she had left nothing behind. With a devilish smirk on her face, and a stuffed purse that was far too cheery for her look, Darka left the café with a confident smile. Act like you belong, and no one questions you.

She walked up to the small French car that belonged to the woman stuffed in her own purse, unlocked it while looking up just where their first target and their second target lived together.

The goth girl opened the apartment door quickly shutting it behind her. Darka opened the purse, pulling out its owner’s deflated form, laying the skinsuit on the bed.

She closed the blinds, eager to get on with it. Darka pulled down her set of bleached jeans to reveal her panties…and a clear bump in her crotch. She continued to undress until she showed off her full form. With only small A cup breasts, thin looking limbs…and a dick, that was strangely enough of a different slightly darker looking Caucasian skin. Knowing what was about to come it sprung to attention.

“Okay. Step one…almost done.” Darka neatly undressed the skinsuit placing its clothes on the side. “Goodbye goth, hellooo…” Darka opened up the skinsuit, pushing her head inside it. A moment of darkness and struggle…followed by the mess inside stabilizing until Patrique stood there, her functional head on top of Darkas frail body while her nude skin hung limply in front. She used Darkas hands to press her new breasts and belly in place while gently pushing her arms into her new form. “Halfway done, Patrique…”

With her new hands she lifted up the suits left leg before pressing her own into it. One more time for the other leg, and with a final pubic thrust the cock hanging from Darkas folds disappeared behind Pautriques snatch.

“There we go…nnngh” Patrique took a moment to inspect her new body, feel everything it had to offer. One of her hands slipped down to her crotch, as she sat on the bed and began to masturbate while her other hand stroked her breasts. She collapsed onto the bed, her feminine hands piercing her vagina just so to create as much stimulation as was possible. She thrust herself deeper and deeper, further and further as her hand now reached completely inside her nether regions, while her girlish moaning reached as high as they could. She reached for it, grabbed it, and tugged Darkas dick out. As the dick poked outside past her inner walls the double stimulation was too much and she came, the cock ejaculating intensely as it completed its thrust outward. Patrique grabbed the bedsheets tight as her ecstasy continued, climaxing all over her own bed.

Her moaning and breathing calmed and she regained her composure.

“Guess I’ll have to do the laundry…” Her cum-dripping cock retracted itself inside her. Her disguise was complete…except for…she focused her mind as Pauraques memories came flooding in, now accessible to her. All mannerisms and all her secrets, everything she knew and had ever heard…

“I guess I’ll do the laundry and prepare dinner before Damien gets home…” She checked the clock, quickly getting dressed in a casual cleaning outfit. Patrique Oldwater got on with her day, and no one could in any way tell that there was someone else underneath her pretty looks.

It was half past six when she could hear the keys turn in the lock. Damien Oldwater, her husband opened the door, smiling as he looked at his wife cleaning up something from the floor.

He was a big, physically imposing man, with a short brown buzz cut, and a strong jawline.

“Good evening dear!” Patrique stood up, ran at her husband and kissed him. He had to lean quite a bit before their tongues met in a long kiss of pure love.

“My home made spaghetti is almost ready. I made it just how you like it, my muscled man.” Patrique smiled. There was a mental button on the back of her mind that made her, at least temporarily forget why she was here and who she was, all replaced by a perfect copy of Pauraques thoughts. Her original self was on standby, ready to strike when the moment was right.

“Excellent.” As Patrique turned around to finish her cleaning her husband slapped her ass.

“Oh!” She let out a moan, before grumbling in false outrage.

“So how was your day, dear?

“Uneventful. Just as we like it to be. She bitched about coffee for a bit but otherwise Monique was amicable.”

Patrique nodded, stashing the cleaning gear and following her husband to the kitchen.

“Oh, dear, it seems like there’s a spot you missed here on the kitchen counter.”

“Oh? Where?” As Patrique got next to Damien she leaned forward over the kitchen counter looking at the place Damien was pointing at. Before she could respond Damien pressed himself onto her, ripping down her jeans and panties before slamming himself with force inside her ass.

“OH GOD!” Patrique could only moan as the large man held her down, his large erection splitting her in half. His hands on top of hers, pressed against the marble kitchen counter while the couple continued their lovemaking in the kitchen. Damian shifted himself forward as much as he could, pressing Patrique on the counter.

“I fucking love fucking you in the kitchen!”

“Me…me too.” Patrique was barely there, her body rocking along with all motions, her breasts squeezed against the marble.

“Here we go…” Damien ejaculated in Pauraques ass, continuing to pound her backside for a while even after his climax had passed. Finally he let go of her, laughing warmly as he slapped his wife’s ass again.

“My god… my god…” Damien wasn’t done as he grabbed her in a determined yet gentle manner as he spun her around and pressed her onto her knees mouth right in front of his cum covered cock. “You love cleaning up, don’t you dear?” Damien teased as he slapped her with his dick. She nodded before quickly letting her tongue do the work of draining his dick of semen and washing the outside clean.

“Thank you dear…all clean.” Damien pulled her off his dick.

“Are you still hungry? I sure am…” kindly he helped her to her feet, pulling her jeans back up.

Damien sat down at one end of the table, waiting to be served dinner.

“Hold on dear, I need to arrange something.” She leaned over kissing him on the cheek before grabbing something behind his back

“What are you looking for?” Were Damien’s last words as Patrique with an uncharistically dominant smile struck him in the back with the skinsuit gun. His deflated skinsuit fell over onto the dinner table.

“And that’s step two.” Patrique retrieved Damien’s skinsuit, taking him back to their bedroom. The same process repeated now, stripping naked, opening the zipper in the back, and stepping inside. “All done.” Damien, naked as the day he was born smiled. “Sorry, ‘me” but I didn’t want to risk it. Better safe than having to fight you…big, muscly, muscly man” He flexed his muscles, his erection strong as it was before. “I guess I’d best eat the dinner that my “wife” prepared for “me”. Layering on the sarcasm, the naked man sat at the dinner table. “Almost there…just one more step….and that happens tomorrow.”

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Damien Oldwater,Monique Serenity’s head of security, pulled up to the luxurious mansion. He was dressed in his work outfit, a proper tuxedo as if he was going out to a big official party. He pressed his ID card on the identicator, and the iron gates opened wide for him. He smirked. Not many people entered this place…especially since people like him were there to keep them out. But this Damien, that parked his car and entered the mansion’s grand hall, was a Trojan horse.

Kurd Merka and Walt Saxon greeted him, the two men just as impressive in figure and size as Damien. “Good morning, boss.” both men nodded. Damien smiled. “Good morning. I have something to discuss with Monique today. In private. I’ll get it out of the way as soon as possible. Afterwards, we’re following today’s schedule as normal.”

“All right. Are you finally going to ask her out, Damien?”

Damien chuckled. “Something like that. Where’s she at?”

“Her bedroom. She’s watching a movie, can’t remember what it was…space, something.”

“Ah. See you in a bit then.”

The two men nodded again as Damien, following his original’s memories made his way up to Monique Serenity, the hottest young red-haired star in Hollywood. There weren’t many drop dead gorgeous 22 year olds with two Oscars under her belt, that also was single. Unfortunately, the fame went to her head pretty fast, and now she was becoming one of the newest divas in Hollywood. Demanding, demanding, demanding, whiny, and demanding. A woman, full of herself. Partially justified. She was sitting on her bed, a tub of ice cream next to her, her drop dead gorgeous face half covered in chocolate ice cream. Damien was surprised to see her like this, but he suppressed the feeling strongly. “Good morning, miss.”

“Mmmhm. Aint got time for your bullshit, Damien. Movie’s busy and shit. What the fuck do you want? My fucking agent can wait, he’s got all fucking day to make money off me.” She didn’t even bother to look at him. He didn’t even get any response as Damien zapped her with the skinsuit gun. The star of the biggest box office movie of the last year, lay there, as a skinsuit covered in chocolate ice cream.

“Okay, time to rush.” He turned up the sound of the movie as he pulled the skinsuit off the bed. Her PJ’s were no match for the muscled man, as he pulled them off the skinsuit to reveal her nude form. He didn’t take any time to appreciate it like he normally would, rather, with a large thrust he pulled the back open, slamming both arms and face inside so that Monique’s arms opened up wide to make space. Once Damien’s muscled hands made their way inside Monique’s, her arms slimmed back down to their normal proportions. Quickly moving, Damien pressed his head inside hers, and slammed his two feet inside too. It took a moment of strange contortions and movements before Monique rose to her feet. She examined her pretty self in the mirror, before laughing at the woman who never went out without makeup, to see her in the mirror completely nude but with chocolate ice all over her face. She picked up her PJ’s and got dressed in them once again. After picking up the ice cream tub, Monique made her way downstairs.

“HEY! YOU TWO!” From any other person then her, this would’ve resulted in an argument if not a fight for sure. But the two bodyguards merely shrugged in silence.

“I got some shit to take care of with fucking Damien, so you two fuck off for today, I aint gonna go out, and once Damien stops yapping I’ll tell him to fuck off too! The two men looked at each other. “And don’t you fucking two get any funny fucking ideas about me and Damien! Good fucking day!”

The two men, faces as cold as steel nodded and left for the entrance. Once they were without a shadow of a doubt outside of her hearing range, the two men smiled at each other. Kurd clapped, even “Damien, you son of a bitch. How the hell did you manage to tame that woman?”

“Maybe some dick would do her temper some good.” Walt opened the door, and both men left the house, thinking of what they would be spending this lovely summer day on.

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Monique waited, and waited, almost five minutes in the silence, before smiling and jumping in the air. “YES! I MADE IT! MONIQ SERENITY, YOURE ALL MINE! I mean, ME!”

She wiped the ice cream from her face, tossing the tub on the ground. Ignoring all the splattering, she got back to her bedroom, sitting on the bed.

“Hmm, I’d almost lost track of who we are…we haven’t been this layered up in…Forever…”

Monique focused her mind, as she pulled back the zipper on the back of her head that had suddenly appeared, while Monique, the hottest woman in film became unnaturally large and muscle-y. But…Damien didn’t get out of the Moniq skinsuit, in fact, he used the thick and strange arms of Monique to pull down another zipper, revealing Patrique’s neck. And another zipper, and one more zipper until Moniq suddenly became obese. The strange obese Moniq struggled for a moment, before her double sized arms pulled off the bloated head to reveal…Andrea and Markus Creneth, completely nude.

“Oh god, we actually made it.” Andrea smiled as she and her husband struggled off the 4 skinsuits that were worn at the same time.

“Told you we would. Six layers of Kevin bacon…or four layers of skinsuits.” Markus pulled off the skinsuits, getting out of all of them. Andrea spent some time tugging out the individual skinsuits of Patrique, Darka, and Damien, tossing them aside into a nearby closet. Leaving only…Monique.

Markus turned off the television, fumbling for a moment to find the button on the flat screen. When he turned around, he saw Monique Serenity, all naked, smiling at him.

“Well, didn’t you just get your wish of dominating the biggest bitch in Hollywood?”

“Oh I did, but give me a moment…” Markus smiled as he entered the closet, reaching for one of the skinsuits. When he came back, he now had Damien’s large cock attached to his crotch. “Okay. Now I’m ready. Just like we said, dear.”

“Ugh, whatever. You fucking scumbag, what are you doing here?” Monique got all defensive, backing away from Markus.

“I’m here to fucking make you submit to me, bitch.”

“I’m Monique Serenity, I’m the hottest shit in Hollywood, and I’ll destroy your fucking life if you even dare get close to me!”

Markus grabbed Monique, pulling down her pyamas and slamming his large cock inside her, pressing her against the wall. Monique kept bitching and complaining, feebly struggling against Markus’s hold over her. “You bastard! I’ll get you for this, I’ll get all of you…” Markus slapped her, as he continued to fuck her he covered her mouth her eyes kept throwing glares of pure hatred. Markus pulled out, tugging Monique at her hand and then pushing her onto the bed. She tried to crawl away, but Markus grabbed her and spun her onto her back. He crawled all over her, before lowering himself into her unwilling mouth. His thrusts were so fierce they slammed the Hollywood star into the bed, her hands trying to push him off. Markus could only laugh

“Stop struggling bitch, submit to your new master! Your only master!” He gave her a moment to catch her breath. “Fuck you, you fucking bastard!”

“Oh well…” Markus slammed himself down on her, forcing her cock inside her mouth, yet this time he didn’t start to fuck her. In fact, he just kept his cock as deeply inside her as he could, forcing her down into the bed as much as was possible. “Submit, and suck! Maybe, if you’re a good slave, i’ll let you go!”

More struggling from her hands and feet….to no avail. Markus started to pick up the pace as he continued her facefucking

“Oh, now be a good slave and catch it all. nnngh.” Markus came in her mouth , her body going limb. “Yeah, slut, you’re fucking mine now! All mine!”

Markus continued to fuck her mouth, seeing if she was still struggling. As he pulled out and gave her a tiny bit of space he noticed that her head reached for his dick, pulling it inside and sucking it off. “Yeah, that’s right, bitch.” Markus loosened up, getting off Monique as he laid down. Now, the biggest new celebrity in America submitted to him as she crawled over and put his massive cock back in her mouth, continuing to suck him off while looking at him.

“I fucking love you so much dear, more than anything in the world.” Markus broke character a moment to see Monique wink at him, not skipping a beat.

Markus pulled her off his dick. “Are you a slut?”

“Yes, master…I fucking love sucking your cock.”

“Ah good, you know just who’s in charge now. For now, and forever, do you understand, slave?”

“Yes master. I will do anything you ask of me.”

“Undress.” Monique stood up, pulling off her cum-covered pyamas to reveal her true form. “Stand up.” Markus pointed to the side, and she followed his hand as he rose to his feet to inspect her. Slapping her ass, touching her face, getting a good look at the nude form of America’s most wanted. He pulled out a camera phone, taking a few pictures and a video of her nude form as she did her best to show off as much as she could. “My dick is special, slave, because unlike other men’s it can recharge instantly. Markus focused his mind, switching the mental buttons of his current dick to “high sensitivity” and “Unlimited cum” As he circled around Monique with the phone, he instructed her to say “I’m a slut” over and over. So she did, while he held the camera in one hand and jacked off with the other. It was just moments before he came all over her, as she tried to pick as much of it as she could. Markus circled around her, aiming his endless streams of cum at her face and body until she was covered in it. He put the phone away, pushing her onto his knees as he continued to ejaculate onto her hair. “Special hair conditioner for Monique the slut, all natural.”

“I love it, master, give me more…” Monique rubbed the cum all over her body, before deciding to lunge at Markus, deep throating his cock as she tried to suck as much as she could. Markus mentally dialed back his dick’s sensitivity as he stopped cumming

“Ah..master, did you run out?” The cum-covered celebrity looked up at him, longing for more like a deeply slutty slut.

“Not quite…turn around.” Still on her knees she turned around, leaning forward, as she prepared to take it up her read. And so Markus did, grabbing her

“Submit to me, bitch!”

“I am yours master, your slave, your servant, anything you want me to be.”

“Excellent. Now jack off for me, will you?”

Monique nodded and moaned as she began to jack off, penetrating her own vagina while Markus serviced her rear at a feverish pace. It didn’t take long for her to cum, as she moaned louder and louder. As she began to pull her hand out, Markus barked out a quick “Did I tell you to stop, bitch!”

“No master…” Monique resumed her feverish masturbating-while-being fucked. “I’m a stupid slut, and I’m not even worth your cock.”

“Shut up!”

“Yes master.”

Markus smiled as he pulled out and sat on a chair, legs wide.

“Thank you master.” Monique crawled up to his erection, beginning to suck it off.

“And to imagine…we still have all day for this…”slave”

Monique Serenity, the big AAA star got up from his and glared in confusion at him

“Are we done with the role-play already? Did you get your fill of humiliating this…me?”

“Far from it. I just…I just love you so much…” Markus leaped forward, grabbing the cumguzzling Monique in a strong hug and a kiss. He tasted his own cum as he kissed her but it didn’t deter him at all.

“I love you too, dear…but if we stay out of character for so long I might screw up later…”

“Hmm…No matter what form you have, you’re still the woman I love underneath.”

Without saying another word, Monique slipped out of his grasp with her cum-coated skin, sliding down and sucking off her husband