The introduction

A white woman was strapped to a table, her tight ass being violated by a pounding sex machine at full speed. What was remarkable about her was the fact that her skin wasn’t Caucasian, but actually white like snow. Her black hair bobbed up and down in rhythmic motions on the realistic dildo that hung over her and like an eager slut she went to work trying to get in the same rhythm as her electrical ass poundings. Her vagina had also been taped over with a vibrator fully insid pleasuring her even further. She reached with her free arm for a remote connected to the sex machine. “Let’s step up the intensity!”

She pushed the depth slider to maximum and reduced the speed slider. She felt it immediately with the next penetration as the machine didn’t stop once it was balls deep. Instead, it kept pushing inside, stretching her as wide as it made space for the thick latex balls, and too deeply and unnaturally thrust the device into her stomach.
It slowly retracted itself, the balls scraping alongside her internal walls before forcing her anus extremely wide. She didn’t have time to recover from the feeling as the moment the device had returned to its original position, it rammed itself deeply inside her once again. Her moans and yells were muffled by the latex cock she was sucking, and finally she orgasmed from all the sources of pleasure, rolling in multiple waves each one just a bit less intense then the last.

Finally, she shut down the machine, undid the bindings on her feet and got off the table.

She looked into the mirror, and a perfect recreation of the Wii Fit Trainer, dripping with sweat and vaginal fluids looked back. The reflection showed her sexy, toned figure as she posed and smiled. While posing, she realized that she still had something buzzing inside her. As she removed the tape, the vibrator slid out and into her hand on its own. She lifted it up and licked it clean of any fluids before putting it aside on the table. “Now that’s a great workout!”

Casually, she made her way to the shower that had been built on the far end of the large room, her breasts sagging slightly, swaying with her walk. There was only relaxation in her mind as she stepped under it, her near-perfect athletic form enjoying the many streams of water splashing against her skin. Gently she rubbed herself clean of her own fluids. Her motions were in sync, she was a complete person. That was, until her right arm removed itself from her breast, and she stared at in confusion. “What are you…” The arm circled around her back and slammed the button hidden on the back of her neck. Instantly, the Trainer started to grow in all directions, mainly back to front as her eyes glazed over. From the sleek, thin figure of a fitness expert, to what seemed like a really fat woman cosplaying her in an awful manner. Already you could see two separate figures moving from inside, her skin moving unnaturally. At first it seemed like both halves inside wanted to get out, as the skinsuit was stretched pretty wide.

“Markus, what are you doing?” The muffled voice of Andrea Lencroth could be heard. It only took her a moment to figure out as suddenly she could feel Markus getting into place behind her. The now fat trainer toppled over, falling onto her knees as a sudden and constant thrust in her backside appeared, jutting her ass back in a rhythm, while moans could be hear from inside her. Trying to stay in character, Andrea managed to grunt out “When exerting yourself, remember to keep breathing.”

Markus noted to himself just how different it felt, to fuck someone while being inside a tight skinsuit that was still locked in the back. While he couldn’t see a thing, touch was more than enough to guide himself to a proper path into Andrea’s exposed asshole, considering she was in front. While it took more effort than usual to fuck her, it was an all-new sensation.

“God, damn, I didn’t see that coming, dear.”

“Oh, you won’t see this coming either.” Markus completed her ass-fucking with a fine ejaculation, while his hand went to the back of the suit (Dragging Andrea’s suited arm along to the button on the back. Their muffled moans subsided as the fat overweight version of the Wii Fit Trainer lost all of its fat and all movements inside retreated back to the sleek, slim and near perfect form of a young woman (or video game character) in her prime, sitting on her knees under a shower while her vagina leaked excessive amounts of fluids. She moaned loudly as the combined male and female orgasms collided within her.

You could’ve said something before you did that!

But your reaction is half the fun.

Deep below the Creneth mansion was a bunker, a place with advanced fortifications from the Cold war. When Marcus inherited the building he immediately saw the potential in it. After a long period of renovation and the removal of all inner walls he was left with a large open underground space. An excellent private place for private matters. Even before he met Andrea, he had amassed a large collection of suits, strap-ons and kinky materials. Sex toys of all kinds and clothing for different sizes and genders lined the walls, and neatly laid out upon the metal tables. It was clear that inside the vault, he and Andrea had all the tools they need for their lewd adventures.

Finally, she got up, determined to clean herself up after the entire session. She rinsed herself off one more time, her hands exploring every inch of her body before grabbing a towel and drying herself up. With a smile she rubbed the towel against her crotch before tossing it aside. She got dressed in an appropriate set of grey sports pants and a blue t-shirt, and idly walked past the tables of sex toys and skinsuits to get to the computer that had been set up on the other side of the room. She logged onto her/their many different chat and service accounts, her white fingers tapping away, navigating herself to her regular hangout room at Chatnow.kk

Andarcus has joined #Talkalot
Andarcus: Good evening, all!
Jpeedresi: evening andarcus
Jpeedresi: just me here again.
Andarcus: yeah, hey J, what’s up
Andarcus: getting anything done in the ladies department yet?
Jpeedresi: nope. still nothing
Jpeedresi: getting kinda depressed about it.
Andarcus: jeesh, it’s not hard
Andarcus: just go up, and talk to a girl, or woman
Andarcus: if you’re not ugly things will work out.
Jpeedresi: im way too shy to do that.
Jpeedresi: but i guess it works for you with all the women you post about here.
Andarcus: maybe I should come teach you about women in person then
Andarcus: You don’t live too far away from here, do you?
Jpeedresi: where do you live?
Andarcus: 77 Duelavard St.
Jpeedresi: JESUS you live THERE?! no wonder you pull in all the women! Who wouldn’t want to go back to a fuckin’ mansion!
Andarcus: Well hey, I just think i’m best off talking to you in your own place. Besides, it’s not just women you want, but women with a bit…extra, eh?
Jpeedresi: uh….how did you know about that? Ive never brought it up….
Andarcus: Just knowing you a bit. Look, how about we meet somewhere in public? or do you prefer me dropping by?
Jpeedresi: i guess you can drop by. I live at 12 Hornan Avenue
Jpeedresi: Hopefully you can help me get the MILF of my dreams. /s
Andarcus: Mhmm. I’ll need a while to prepare. I’ll show up on your front porch by 8
Jpeedresi: i…i guess.
Andarcus: See you then, mate

The smile on her face became pretty wide as a plan started to form in her mind.

WFT turned around, spinning on the chair with a bit of childish joy. ‘A shemale milf? That can be arranged…” There was a sense of perverse joy in her smile, and the way she strutted through the room wouldn’t have been ill-suited for an evil queen in a fantasy movie. Underneath, both halves worked in unison, ideas flying back and forth, and none really knew whose thoughts were theirs. Not that it mattered, for they were one and the same right now. Finally she made her way to the region of tables containing female masks, separated in one category of video game masks for conventions and one for general custom made masks. For a moment she stopped as she gazed upon the mask of Palutena. Her devious grin turned into a calm, deeply content one as memories of a fun event arose once again.  For a moment she stood still before she reached for her own face, stretching it to the right with a firm grasp, feeling the sensation of her face deforming as even her eyes seemed to shift out of place to be dragged along. As she let go, her own face slammed back into its own perfect shape. The moment had passed, and she moved to the next table.

Around the table lay various masks of more realistic people, lacking either the outrageous hairstyles or skin colors of the previous table, but rather, the people you’d encounter in a random office selling paper somewhere. They lay there, nearly organized full head masks on top of masks stands, with a little custom nameplate of the fictional name they’d come up with for them. I wasn’t surprising to see that most of them were just various hot, young women that they made good use of in their sexcapades. But nothing that could be called a milf, outside of…Alice. A slightly thicker face, full of life with a set of thin rimmed glasses attached while her blonde hair fell back quite a bit her eyes were only a subdued shade of blue. She was best described as full, to the perfect degree of not being too thin but not too fat as to be unattractive.  With the right clothes, not to mention the right body, she’d make for a fine MILF indeed.

For a moment she paused and contemplated exactly what she wanted. To give his dream, and then unmask herself. But what would be a fun reveal? She looked into the mirror. “While that would be unexpected, I guess I’m better off going with a guy. Would make sense.  She put the Alice mask under her arm while she returned to the previous section of male masks and suits.  She picked out one of the many masks almost without a second thought, as the gender would be more of a surprise than the exact details of his face. On the far left of the giant room was the hall of dicks as they’ve come to calling it. In one long row lay all the custom skinsuits they’d made over the years, with proportions and muscles of all sizes and shaped. It looked like a giant horror factory, nudity on full display as sets of decapitated bodies hung there. She let her hand wander past the suits tapping on a giant parade of man-asses, groping them before moving on to the next one. Finally she just idly grabbed a skinsuit of the hook, a unspectacular one at best. A perfect disguise, as it seemed that it was so bland and average that it’s hard to describe to you outside of the fact that it was just another male skinsuit.

With a smile she placed the buzz cut mask over her head, the smooth Caucasian skin taking that of the whiter, pale one. It seemed quite ugly to see as the skin below her new face melded into a colored mix in-between white-paint and strangely pale human, a strange transition between the thicker normal skinned neck of the man and the cosplay-worthy shoulders of the Wii Fit Trainer “Nice.” Somehow the incongruity between the male face and the female body seemed to turn her/him on. Still, there was work to do. With its frail white hands it picked up the headless suit, putting one foot inside its neck as it bristled against her vagina. The neck hole was stretched quite wide as she slipped in her second foot. It didn’t take her more than 15 seconds to pull up the suit against her crotch, all of her lower half disappearing into a more hairy and (slightly) thicker exterior of a fully featured man. She pulled it up to her neck now, her breast smoothly disappearing under a hairy chest. One arm clamped the front of her skin while the other arm sneaked inside. More and more his skin gained the right, human color, until in the end there stood a man, and only a man. Not that that would last long, as soon the man reached for the Alice head. He took one last look at it, kissing it on the cheek, before letting the golden locks be his own. First, he lifted the mask over his head, and then slowly dragged it over his own. All went to black as the next steps were without vision. For a moment it got quite freaky as the edge between the mask and suit below it had disappeared, leaving only half-formed freak of a man with a strangely morphed face of a woman on top. With two clawing male hands he pressed into the skin of his new ugly face and pulled it down, further and further until it locked into place on top of his head. The newly crowned wo-man smiled at her face. A tad plumb, but it has a homely, motherly kind of feel. She smiled, a sincere one. This was going to be amazing indeed.

She spun around slightly, feeling her dick go along with a wavy motion.

“Only two more steps.”

Picking out ah female body was far easier than the male ones, since A. she didn’t have a thin face and B. they only had suits in three sizes, a few fat, most thin, and a few in-between. As if shopping for clothes she held up different skinsuits in front of her, looking mostly at the difference between the thickness of her face and that of the suit that was supposed to go along with it. Finally, she picked it one that was quite well shaped, in all directions. Nice outstanding ass, a fine pair of C-cup tits were the two factors that made the final choice. She was going to be a MILF, after all, not a MINF. This time, she laid the suit open in its back, spreading the gap wide. This time though, she stepped in the wrong way around, her dick slapping against the ass, and as she pulled it up she could feel the strange feeling of her feet almost seemingly doing an 180 as two merged into one. She pressed her male hands into the suit, and forcibly slammed the tab on her back/belly up. She almost lost balance as the sudden 180 degree spin of her lower body merged into the suit that was faced forward.  

“Nearly done.” She rubbed her own nether parts, softly moaning as she applied more pressure to herself. Rather than get wet she got rather dry as the skin underneath began to change shape and fill out before all of a sudden thrust forward as the penis of the male costume appeared to complete her disguise as a shemale milf. Now all she needed was clothes and she was good to go.

The milf, Deria, as she had come to name this new form decided on a simple female business suit representing a casual working mother who just needed some loving after work. Deria checked her look deciding on skipping any cosmetics outside of simple black eyeliner and cheap lipstick. Finally, she checked the time on her/their phone.. 7PM. She’d rather be earlier then later.

“Milf of your dreams, here I come.”

A luxury car pulled up at the driveway and Deria parked right next to the old ran down white van. After one final look at herself in the rear-view mirror, the MILF stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind her. Everything was perfect. She was perfect. Now to see what he was like. Though, she/they could guess just why. Some guys just have a natural lack of self-confidence around girls. Not to mention, J had always been timid. Now, to see how he responded to his fantasy coming to life…in all facets. She kept her mind subdued, hoping to not draw any attention to her lower half. For now…

After one final straightening of her black blouse, Deria hit the doorbell.

“Coming!” She could hear the short, fast footsteps of someone barreling down a pair of stairs in excitement, tugging open the door.

“Andarcus, I presume?” The smile on his face and the confident look on the thin face disappeared. There wasn’t a man in front of him, not the cool Tony Stark-esque type in front of him, but rather, what looked like an overworked middle aged MILF.

“Hello.” The guy wasn’t far from what she expected. A frail-looking man, short blonde hair, and the moment he identified her he averted his eyes. “Good evening, J. Do tell me, what does the J stand for?”

“Jeremy…”

“So, are you going to let me in or what?”

“Mm….yeah, okay.” Jeremy moved to the side, staring longingly at the fine ass that passed by him.

“So…you’re not who i expected.”

“Who did you expect? Santa Claus?” With a sensual strut Deria headed over ot the old couch in the limited living room, she sat on one end, her tight legs crossed, showing off her legs a bit. She licked her lips in a suggestive manner.

“Come on then, have a seat.” Jeremy stood on the far end of the room, looking down while his hands covered his crotch. “Come on, come on…” She slapped the pillow on the couch. Meekly he obeyed, sitting as far away from her as he could.

“So, tell me, why do you think you have trouble talking to women? Bad relationship with your ma?” Deria crossed her arms, jokingly squeezing her breasts to show them off some more.

“I, ehm, ehm…well, I…I don’t know.”

“Shy, aren’t you?”

There was no real response. It was clear that he was not going to initiate anything himself. It was as if her mere presence was paralyzing him with fear.

“Soooo…are you going to talk or just act like this all night.” Deria leaned forward, giving him a good look on the upper parts of her rack. “So, Jeremy, why don’t you tell me more about yourself? Or rather, what you want? What do you want, Jeremy?” She shook her front end a bit.

I guess we’ll take his virginity then. No way in hell this guy’s got any before.

Deria removed her blouse, disregardendly tossing it aside. She clearly noticed just how hard Jeremy was looking at her, without trying to be seen checking her out.

“You need to get out more, out of that shell. It’s hot in here, isn’t it..”  With that, she removed her shirt, showing off her upper half in full. “So, talk to me, Jeremy, or rather, feel me.”

In a moment Jeremy semed to finally unwind as he gently and softly groped Deria, more and more of his reservations falling to the wayside. Gently, he touched her nipples, poking them, feeling the weight in his hand.

“I didn’t expect…you to be here. Did, did, did Andarkus hire you?”

Deria smiled as she reached around his shoulders, dragging him into a real tight kiss, putting the squeeze on him.

“How does that feel, buddy?”

“Feels…good..”

“Obviously you’ve never done this before, have you?”

“No…not really. Andarkus owes you a lot money doesn’t he?”

Deria merely laughed as she broke the intense groping.

“You’re here, but in the end, this isn’t what you want, is it?”

Jeremy hesistated, all the confidence he’d built up gone.

“A milf is what you so dreamed of, but…I’m not just a Milf.” With a teasing look she went down to her skirt, pressing against her crotch as she moaned gently. Then she undid the small belt holding it all together, ripping it off to reveal a throbbing erection. Now the picture was complete, and she could see his excitement increase…but would it also decrease his inhibitions?

“Oh, my, god.” Now it was happening, his mouth falling open, his eyes wide and willing.

“It’s real. Do you still have trouble talking to girls if they have a dick?”

“Well…you’re, you’re everything…”

“You’ve ever wanted?” She smacked her red lips, the look on her face not far from one that would suit Palutena.

Okay the scenario is this.

He submits and undresses, sucks her off till ejaculation, then up the ass a bt before the reveal, he dresses up in the big man suit first to feel it then itno the milf suit while wft teaches hin nhow it works. Then final lewd and were done here

“Yeah. Everything and more…”

“Go on then, silly.” Deria leaned back in a provocative pose, both her hands pointing at her crotch. “Touch it.”

Jeremy reached out a hesitant hand towards her shaft.

“You dream of a shemale MILF and now when it’s within reach you hesitate? Really now, Jeremy?” She grabbed his hand and pressed his palm against her erection.

“Uh…uh!” he studdered as she began to guide his hand up and down until he grasped it on his own, and began pumping her.

“Nggh, tell me, Jeremy.” She wrapped her hand around his neck and dragged him close “Are you gay? Or confused? Or just open for anything?”

“I…I guess I’m bi. I’ve never really thought about it.”

“Ill give you some time, then. And experience!” Within a moment she dragged away his hand, then with a suprise pull dragged his suprised mouth onto her dick. She held him there, but not too forcibly as to inflict pain.

“Suck it, bi-boy! Taste my pre-cum!”  She squeezed her own breast to double the stimulation as she looked at Jeremy’s discomfort.

He started to use his tongue to lather her head in saliva.

Deria pulled him off her dick, holding his head up and looking him in the eyes. “Did you enjoy it, boy?”

Jeremy gasped for air, and nodded his head in confirmation.

“Back on you go, then.” With a firm slap on his ass and one finger pointed at her own crotch, she smiled. This was going much better then she had expected. Already he was letting go more and more, getting into it. He applied just a bit more pressure, his own cock fully erect. He couldn’t believe it. She was…here…the wo-man of his dreams. All of his gay fantasies and his fantasies of milfs flooded his mind as he went down on her more and more. He didn’t quite know how good he was doing, but for him, it was everything he desired. He positioned himself inbetween her lovely shaped thick legs, for a moment pulling away just to get any proper breath again.

“Come on, come on. We don’t have all day, do we?”

“Yes…mistress…”  He looked up at her, begging for confirmation to move it to the next level.

“Suck.” Deria leaned forward, slapping him in his face with her erect cock, as he leaned in to continue his work, finally letting his tongue circle around her throbbing fat cock, her body shivering in joy.

This is going much better then expected.

When are we going to show our true colours?

Later, dear…enjoy the feeling for now.

Oh, I very much am.

The feeling of getting a blowjob, now when both of them were inside one body, and one wasn’t on the other half felt so unique, them being almost, almost one. It was hard to describe but their thoughts faded in and out from perfect syncronicity. More than 90 percent of the time, they, or she, were one. Yet if one wanted to, they could free themselves partially from the mind, to have their own separate thoughts.

Deria smiled widely, enjoying the feeling of touching her own breasts while Jeremy worked her lower half, hands gently massaging her legs while servicing her private parts. A constant stream of pleasure wreaked havoc upon her, more and more it felt like a giant flow of water, smashing through rows of dams, each weaker than the last, until the floods unleashed themselves. And like the flood the extacy flew out of her erection into Jeremy’s mouth. Caught off guard, he  started coughing, splattering cum all over Deria’s chest.

“Oooooh….yesss…” Jermy buckled over, coughing intensely, cum from Deria’s master cock flying into his face without remorse. He closed his eyes and just let it wash over him, as he himself came, his own cum splattering on the floor. For a moment, eroticism clouded all three of their minds, and they took time to bask in the afterglow.

Then she merely pointed at her own cum-covered lower half. Immediately, Jeremy began to work his tongue like a good lapdog, licking up all around before doing a final clean up of her dick. She moaned gently as he did a proper job, sucking to get the remnants of cum that dripped from her dick, squezing it all out with strong pressure from his lips.

There was only one thought on her mind or rather theirs. It was all about to happen; the thing they were working towards.

“So. I guess this doesn’t quite help you talk to girls now, does it?”

“…I guess. Not.” Again, the insecurity struck and the walls of akwardness torn down by sexual desire rebuilt themselves. It was as if the worries of his current situation reappeared. “I guess not no…but…do I really need to?”

“Unfortunately, you do. You kinda have to talk to them to get to this point.” she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Before i do.” She waved dismissively at his confused face. ‘Tell me, if there was a way to make it happen, would you want to be me?”

“Be…you?”

“If you could be me, fully functionally, would you want to?”

“..well, i guess it would be hot…but  impossible.”

“Impossible? Oh, how wrong you are.” With that she grabbed her cheek firmly and surely, slowly stretching it out as her face distorted, dragging along her side of her face while her eyes remained in place

Jeremy’s eyes widened as he backed away in shock and fear “What the fuck? What the fuck? How is that possible? I can’t…I can’t…”

Here it comes

With a snap Deria’s face returned to normal even though the colour of her skin of her cheeks was quite red, the pattern of her own hand still visible. “I’m not really who i claim to be, in fact, I am Andarcus.” And with that, “she” put her own hands in her neck, gripping tightly as she put her hands deeply into her skin on her neck, the nearly magic material keeping  it intact for a moment before finally giving in, as Deria’s whole face distorted, dragged along her own chin, pulling loose from her own neck to reveal the white one underneath, her face folding inwards ,removing itself from her own neck with a big schlorp. Immediately the somewhat thicker neck of Deria was replaced with that of the thinner yet more muscular of the male face below.

“Well, i guess I have something to explain then, don’t I?”

Jeremy stared on in utter shock at the shemale with a male face, while
her previous one hung emptily from her hand.

"What...is happening?"

The man smiled as with glee he started to explain. "This is a skinsuit im
wearing. They can turn you into anything you want. Did you even expect
that your shemale visitor was a real man underneath?"

"No but..it's all fake then?"

"Was this," he pointed at his wet dick, "fake to you?"

"No but..." The man handed him the mask of Deria.

"Want to try it? I'll let you be Deria if you want."

Jeremy took some time to examine the mask weighing it and feeling it.
Finally he made up his mind, nodding as he carefully attempted to wear
it. The man leaned forward, gently dragging Derias face over Jeremys own,
his frail visage become the fuller, older one of Deria.

"Holy shit," Jeremy/Deria said as the mask had done its work and had
become his actual skin.

He kept touching his own face, letting his new tongue play around in his
mouth. Everything felt different and more exciting.

"Holy shit. This is incredible...I can feel it all..."

"I've got an even better idea." The man reached for his neck, focussing
his mind and pulling down with two hands. With a gentle synthetic rip his
skin parted, and two skinsuits (that of the man and the milf) fused
together came loose. Immediatly the man grew a pair of tits underneath
his own, expanding chest to make room for that of the trainer. As he
continued to pull his skin downwards the white skin and sporty outfit of
the Wii Fit Trainer appeared.

Jeremy/deria looked on as the man with the smoking hot white body
stripped the body of Deria off, kicking it towards him.

"You're the wii fit trainer?"

Without replying he reached for his neck, tugging and pulling off the
mask to reveal the full form of the video game character.

"Well yeah. This is just another suit though."

"So...how many more layers are underneath?"

WFT shook her head and smiled. "Now that's a secret. Call me Andarcus, by
the way."

Now that Jeremy had the skinsuit his first thing was to grope it, touch
its genitals, feel the deflated skin.

"Go on." Andarcus poked him. "Get it on, then."

"Right." Jeremy carefully picked up the suit and carefully put his foot
inside.

"Ah don't worry about it, they can take an incredible amount of wear and
tear." Andarcus got up, her jiggling breasts capturing Jeremys attention.
She noticed, but kept smiling.

Jeremy had put both of his feet in, carefully pulling up the suit bit by
bit. As his feet reached the suits feet he could feel a very short tingle
and then the feeling of being surrounded in a fleshy suit disapeared. He
looked down and could only see a pair of perfectly feminine legs...
outside of the package in her crotch. As he pulled up he could feel the
tingle happen in his nether region, this time more intense. He grabbed
the suit by a shoulder and wormed one arm inside while Andarcus helped
him.

Already Derias new cock was erect, the feeling of actually being a
shemale overwhelming in. He put her last hand in, and as she looked in
the nearby mirror she only saw the shemale Deria, the woman whose cock he
had just sucked moments before.

"Oh...fuck, this is incredible."

"Yeah. Too bad it's permanent."

"WHAT!" Deria panicked, but could only growl at Andarcus' devious
chuckle.

"Nah you can take it off anytime you want. But for now..." Andarcus got
on her knees in front of the overwhelmed Deria, putting her mouth to work
down below. "Oh God, God, yes, oh man this is..."

Andarcus had only barely begun to service Deria as she could feel a
splurt of cum in her mouth.

"Oh... too much stimulation?"

"I'm sorry. I just...this is just so great."

"I understand." Andarcus got up and wiped her mouth clean.

"Get dressed, weve got to visit somewhere."

"Out in public? Like this?" Deria covered her genitals, shame conquering
arousal once again.

"Relax. It's only a simple drive. And im driving. You don't have to worry
about a thing." Andarcus rummaged through Derias clothes. She pulled out
the car keys and then tossed the clothes to Deria.

"I'm taking you right to Valhalla, Jeremy."

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The ride through the winter's snow was unconventional for the most part.
Deria was still touchig her self feeling every little thing and touch on
her new skin. Meanwhile2 Andarcus was quiet, focussing on driving.

"So..." After a while of silence Deria mustered the courage to ask
something. "What do you look like underneath? Who is the real Andarcus?
Are you afraid I'll tell on you?"

"No, not really. Besides, if you do, I can easily get to you, you know.
I've got quite a wide selection of suits, you know. Girl next door,
bodybuilder, delivery guy, you name it."

Deria recoiled slightly in fear. "That's really creepy."

Andarcus looked at him before driving into a nearby parking.. "Look, I'll
reveal who we are, as a sign of goodwill."

"We?" Deria questioned.

"Yeah. If two people wearing a suit activate it they become one. Two
minds become one. I...we think as one most of the time."

"...that's just not possible."

"Oh? If I were to hire a doctor to analyse you for days he couldn't tell
you were in a auit. The possibilities are near endless. Jeremy, don't
freak out."

Andardcus his the small bump on the back of her neck, and the suit
deactivated itself. The body of the wii fit trainer expanded outward with
different movements in all directions, to one grossly obese form that
seemed to resemble the worlds first fat mannequin.

"Oh god."

"Relax mate." Jeremy coukd hear a slightly muffled male voice from inside
the moving abomination at steering wheel.

"What I...we just told you is true. I'm Markus, and the lady in front of
me is Andrea."

"Yeah, hi. Are you enjoying your new form Jeremy?"

"Yes..yes. this is all so strange...and exciting. Wait, Andrea and
Marcus... Andarcus."

"You got it mate." Jeremy could see strange movements inside as the two
encased lovers were naughtily touching each other, crammed together as
they were.

"No dear, we need to drive home first." The fat, doublethick right hand
of the bloated trainer went to her neck. Within two seconds all the
strange shaped and movments inside her dissapeared while she rapidly
slimmed down to her original form. She moaned in extacy, a side effect of
the process of fusion. The moment she regained her senses she could feel
her cunt dripping with fluids.

"So, now you know." Andarcus continued driving towards her luxury villa.

"...why would you reveal all of this to me? Why me?"

"Well...I gambled, I suppose. Didnt think you lived 30 minutes away. And
you mentioned your naughty dream and lack of succes with the ladies
before. I just improvised."

"So where are we headed?"

"The bunker, of course."

===========

Deria had spent every moment sincr their arrival been gawking at the
luxury and size of everything in the giant villa. Andarcus led the way
through the various sets of rooms untill they raeched an elevator.

"Jeremy, or should I say Deria now. I'm about to let you in on my private
place, the most sacred of secrets. You can be anything, and more fun then
that, fuck anything you see. On two conditions. Don't tell anyone about
it, and don't take anything with you when you go."

Deria nodded.

"So, since we...I am introducing you to my secret world of masking, I'll
let you choose just what you want to be and what you want to fuck...or
get fucked by. Anything you prefer."

Patiently Deria waited for the elevator to get to the lower floor,
excitement boiling inside, or was that eroticism?

Ding!

As Deria stepped out her breath was taken away by the sheer variety of
suits, masks, and sex toys on display. All neatly ordered, with masks and
sex toys on the tables in the middle of the room while the walls were
like wardrobes for skinsuits, one for female ones on the left and one for
male ones on the right, organized by attractiveness and proportions.
there was a shower room on one end while the other contained a large
projected computer screen. Without words Deria entered the room,
marveling at just how big it was and how many different shapes and forms
there were all neatly organized

"Like the view?" Andarcus slapped Deria on the back, almost bringing her
off balance. She kept walking, circling around all the different tables
examining the erotic sights.

"So...I can become any of these..." she said almost to herself.

"Yes, and fuck any of these too. I...we have discussed it, and we've
decided we're not revealing our true forms yet. But, we will let you live
out your dirtiest kink, right here. So, Jeremy, what would you like to be
today?"

"Ehm...I'm not sure, but if you would become the prettiest woman you can
be, someone wholly out of my range, you know."

Andarcus nodded. "Am I not pretty enough now for your tastes?"

"Yes, I mean, no, I mean..." Andarcus silenced him with a white finger on
his lips. "Shht. How big are the propotions of your dream girl?"

"Really big, back and front. Please."

"Okay, got it. But...what will you be?"

"A big guy, with the biggest cock! If you would, that is."

Innerly, Andrea and Marcus giggled at the rather vanilla scenario that
Jeremy had proposed, but they agreed to carry it out anyhow. Best not to
push him far over the edge, though, the whole shemale suit was a very
high hurdle that he indeed passed. Everybody has got to start someewhere



The car was the cheapest they had, and they parked it one block away from
Jeremy's. It was about as covert as they were going to need. In the car
sat two girls, one dressed normally, the other skimpily. Andrea sat in
the driver's seat, wearing a short t-shirt while her red hair was as
curly and poorly maintained as ever. She wasn't often in her real form
these days, preffering to mainly wear a more idealized skinsuit of
herself.

Next to her sat a idealized vision of a blonde bombshell woman, with firm
perky tits, barely conceiling cheerlearder clothing and picture perfect
looks for the next big porn movie. She was leaning back in her seat as
much as she could, running the plan though her mind once again. A new
skinsuit had arrived yesterday with an exciting new option. They'd been
roleplaying with it all night yesterday, switching places, doing it at
the same time. This skinsuit had a mentally activated sex doll mode. If
the wearer so chose to, they could turn their human skin sillicone, their
skin ridgid with all orifices artifically stretched open and to lose all
possibilities to move at all untill the mode was deactivated. Last night,
the two of them had had multiple turns at fucking the sex doll, then
being the sex doll. Finally, when they had gotten tired of it, they
decided to use the new ability for fun.

The blonde woman made sure to do a final check of her outfit, and to
ensure that the note meant for Jeremy was properly stapled onto the skirt
she was wearing. Finally she lowered her cheerleader skirt, letting her
darkly haired vagina be revealed.

"Let's just go at it and see what happens. Besides, it's Jeremy, I'm sure
he'll like it."

Andrea nodded as she prepared to lock the car.

"So, Andrea, you sure you don't want to share this with me?" Markus
teasinly rubbed her hands across her sweet, sweet body, making sure to
sneak in some gentle moans here and there as she gently fingered herself
shortly.

"No, I want to...sneak in. See what who he'll play with first, me or you?
If I get lucky he might just use me really good?"

"Right. Just...don't buzz too much untill he touches you, don't want to
catch him off guard."

Andrea pulled out the strange red cyllinder costume from the back seat,
pulling it open its zipper. "So how long do you want to do this for,
anyhow?"

"We've got all weekend. And maybe monday. Depends on if we really really
get bored, but knowing Jeremy, I don't think he will leave you or me
along much.

Andrea let her feet slip inside the cyllinder, stretching it out over her
head with diffculty as the car restricted her movement quite a bit. She
accidentally bumped into the car horn, lettting it go off for a moment.
"Damn it." Markus could only giggle at her discomfort. Finally she
dragged it over her head, pulling up the zipper to the top. Within
moments the cyllinder had shrunk down to less then a tenth it's size, and
now, it was ridgid and small. It buzzed loudly, unable to do anything
else but that.

"Okay, would you please stop. I still need to walk there, and not get
distracted." The vibrator stopped, while Markus, or Jenni as they had
called the skinsuit gently pushed it against her crotch. With a bit of a
moan and a bit of a buzz she slipped it inside, pulling up her pair of
panties and her skirt once again.

"All good to go?" One short buzz from her inner walls made her moan
slightly as she got up left the car for the summer streets, only a small
walk away from Jeremy's front door. Most people wouldnt really notice
anything inconspicuous outside of the strange message that had been taped
tight to the front of her bra. She kept up a quick pace, the vibrator in
between her inner walls bouncing along naturally. Carefully she walked up
to Jeremy's front door making sure not to cause a ruckus. One final check
in the glass plane to his right, the underdressed blonde cheerleader
smiled.

She got onto her knees in front of the door, letting her arms rest on her
knes. She hit the doorbell, before freezing in place. Mentally she only
thought of a sex doll, and within moments she had lost all possibility of
movement, her skin losing all humanity to it, losing temperature quickly
to match room temperature. Her eyes turned to a strange sort of plastic
while her mouth was forced open, with a ribbed pattern appearing on the
inside. Markus could feel it all happen, though from his perspective all
he could feel was a tjngle in his orifices and a loss of motor control
while all senses remained the same.

There she sat, Jeremys new private sex doll with a free vibrator
included. For a moment Markus was worried Jeremy wasnt home but even then
she could just decide to turn human and just leave normally only to try
again later.

To the relief of both sex toys they could head a distinc stomping
hapoening on the other side of the door as Jeremy raced down the stairs.

He opened the door to gaze upon a sitting sex doll, dressed like a
cheerleader.

"Andarcus?" he uttered in confusion. Markus was glad he was unable to
move because he wouldve surely twitched involuntary at Jeremeys correct
guess.

"Hello?" Carefully Jeremy touched the doll, still unsure if it was a
human or not. "...oh...you're a sex doll." He stroked her pretty face
with a kind smile.

Inwardly, Marcus and Andrea both felt relieved and excited. Now the real
fun stuff would begin soon.

Jeremy looked around in confusion for whomever brought this doll here,
never realizing that they were right in front of him...in different form
though.

"Oh crap, I'd better get her inside, people might get ideas." He put both
hands under the doll's armpits, quickly lifting it up and using a soft
kick to close the door behind it. Markus made a note that he as much
lighter then he was in human form, there was no way what Jeremy would be
able to lift the busty shape Markus possesed.

Jeremy slammed the door shut behind him. A strange silence fell in the
house. Jeremy glared at his new sex doll. His own, his very own. It must
have been top of the line.

"So what shal lI call you? Since you're my property now, lady," Andrea
quipped to herself. "It's more the other way around, Jeremy, but you
don't know it yet." Jeremy lited the doll up the stairs into his living
room, gently putting her down on the couch. "So...doll. All mine. Let's
just...call you Sexy. You like that, Sexy?"

Markus nodded mentally, Jeremy was taking the bait now, even
complimenting him. Not that he expected much otherwise. Even though
they'd introduced him to masking last weekend, they kept it rather
vanilla, for their tastes. Now, this sex doll-vibrator transofrmation
must have been over his head, unexpected.

Jeremy carefully pulled off the note attatched to the doll's bra. "Dear
Jeremy. Enjoy these two gifts we got you. No, she's not a suit, don't go
and wear her. Just make good use of it, think of these two as your start
for your own masking bunker. Oh, we're off to a family meeting this
weekend, so we'll be off the gird. Well go in our most scary forms.
Ourselves. Have fun, and well be in touch. Andarcus."

"Okay...okay." Jeremy put the note away, crouching in front of the doll
he had laid out on his couch. "So, sexy, how are you?"

Jeremy grabbed the artifical pemanently wide open lips, opening and
closing them as he mumbled along with his mouth in absoulty awfull
imperonation of a woman.

"Well, I'm really hot and sexy for you." Inside the two sex toys the two
minds burst into laughter, while they didn't possess any lungs at them
they simply couldn't contain it at all. Their silent unnoticable bursts
of laughter invisible to the man they were laughing at. It was rather
cruel, but luckely Jeremy would never hear it.

"Yes, I know i'm really attractive. Thank you sexy." Involuntary the
virbator inside her lost controll and started virbating at maximum speed
causeing a burst of ereoticism to hit Markus underneath his sillicone
form.

"Oh, what's that?" Jeremy got a bit more courage, and stipped the doll of
it's clothes, stacking them somewhere aside. As he got down to its
panties he pointlessly stared on as the vibrator slipped out of the doll
on to the ground

"Whoa, I guess...thats where the second toy thing came from." Jeremy
picked up the virbating toy, looking for an off switch. "Come on you
stupid thing, go off."

Anrea replied, mentally making it stop. "Whoa, it's...voice activated!
That's cool! Real cool!"

"On. Off. On. Off. On. Off." Now here it was Markus' turn to laugh, while
Andrea just did her best to keep it up. Jeremy's attention turned to him,
now the virbator shaking in his hand. "You're a naughty girl, sexy. Eager
to get off before you got to meet... THE JEREMY!" Again a silence fell as
his two guests couldn't (voluntarily) respond in any manner, but
internally they were laughing more then they were turned on, despite the
oncoming arousal. Jeremy lowered his pants, showing off a bulge in his
shorts. There it was. Jeremy, however, didn't remove his shorts
completely pulling them over his knees. They'd seen jeremy's dick before,
and it got the job done, one could say. It was fully erect, its tip
turning somewhat purple.

"I know where to put this one..." Markus/The Doll wanted to scream at
Jeremy something akin the lines of "YES PUT HER INSIDE ME AGAIN." Jeremy
made a strange face before spreading his legs wide. Andrea cheered as he
hovered her over the tip of his anus. Unexpected but still fun. With a
fierce thrust and a large moan he thrust it/her inside, yet as he pushed,
he found out he could only put her in about half way. It hurt him quite a
bit, but the sensation faded after a moment and all he was left with was
joy (with just a tinge of hurt). To prevent it from slipping out he
pulled his shorts back up, and unzipped the fly in front.

"That one's for me, isn't it, mate." Markus examined Jeremy's too thin
frame, the erection sticking out of the front of his pants while the
virbator was servicing his ass. And again, he laughed, so far this whole
experience had been far more humorous then sexy. "Come then, at this rate
I expect you to miss fall over at faceplant yourself onto my chest."

Jeremy hadn't heard it, but he approached doll as if it was a real person

"Oh yeah, sexyyyyy, all for me. It's a shame Andarcus isn't here, they...
he...she...it would love to join in." The doll's eyes were unmoving,
static, devoid of any indication. As Jeremy pressed himself onto the doll
Markus was overwhelmed by a different kind of sexual thrill. He didn't
know he was using his only friends in the world as his sex toys, if he
knew whom was inside here he wouldn't have acted like this at all. Jeremy
climbed onto the doll, his hands squeezing it's nipples. He went in for a
kiss, pressing his own lips against the articially opened sillicone
mouth. "Oh god, yes, this is so sweet! I have you, Sexy, you're mine and
no one will ever know." Jeremy continued his fondling of the doll's
chest, while inside it Markus could only experience a sexual thrill minus
the relief of the ability to come.

He kept it up for a moment before finally coming up with what he wanted.
Jeremy lifted up the Doll, putting her on the floor. He moved her around
a bit, forcing her onto her knees facing the couch. He stood in front of
her and sat down, slamming the dildo in his ass. "YEAOUWCH" Again there
was no audible response from both the sex doll in front of him and the
vibrator in his behind. With a quick jut he pulled down his pants,
squeezing a bit as the vibrator was pushed out. Quickly he tossed it
aside to the joy of Markus to see that surely he would be used a lot more
then she would. Jeremy smiled as he slammed the doll's mouth onto his
dick, moaning gently. Markus was hit with a stream of excitement and
thrill. He was doing it, finally, using them not knowing what and who he
really was using.

Meanwhile Andrea made use of her only option of momving, rolling. The
vibrator rolled down the couch to where she heard the doll/Markus giving
head to Jeremy. Jeremy grabbed the doll by its head, pushing it up and
down with fierce thrusts. Suddenly he could feel the vibrator close to
him, rolling agianst his knee and stopping, buzzing all about.

"Oh, what are you doing here? Need some attention, heh? Don't worry, the
Jeremy delivers." And with that Jeremy slipped the vibrator horizontally
inside his pants, feeling the pressure spread all around his anus as he
sat. Again, Andrea could feel flesh around her as she was pressed into
the couch, while she was grateful that the vibrator suit had a built in
setting that disabled any sense of smell for the wearer.

Jeremy continued his assault upon the doll's ribbed mouth, one hand
wrapped around the back of her head and the other on the chin, squeezing
her lips even tighter. THe sensation for Markus was quite odd, comparable
to just being human, but in stead things felt really different. His
sillicone skin, his set of perky breast, the strange ribs in his mouth,
he could feel everything as though he was human, with one exception, he
could feel no sexual feeling in his crotch, rather, it was spread out all
over his body. Jeremy by this point had gotten enough of this hole, and
kicked the doll with his knee, sending her backwards on to the ground.
"That was awfull, sexy! Im going to punish you for that!" Jeremy did his
best to sound like an alphamale

"Come along now, sexy." He lifted her up by her breasts, squeezing both
intensely so that he could lift them and the doll along. He dragged the
doll to his own bed room. 'Th

"So, sexy do you like your new room? It's my room, but now it's ours."

"It's allright," Markus thought to himself. "Not that it compares to our
smallest room." He could feel his boobs squeezed so tight that it wasnt
exactly enjoyable, discomfort overpowering sensuality, tightly while the
rest of his body limply followed behind. Finally Jeremy spread the doll
on his bed legs wide so it's vagina was exposed. Jeremy got on the bed,
mounting her with quick fierce trusts, the virbator sill massaging his
lower quarters. Absent mindedly he pulled his shorts up some more to
intensify the feeling.

"Oh god, sexy, you're so good, I love how amazing you are! And we can do
this all the time. All the time." Jeremy's style seemed more like a wild
humping, flailing himself against the doll then anything else, Marcus
noted. THey should probably teach him a bit, later on. For now, he just
enjoyed the feelings of being fucked, and at the same time completely
misleading Jeremy about everything. He wondered how Andrea was doing, as
the sillicone ears picked up the soft buzz coming from Jeremy's crotch.
She seemed to enjoy the vibrator form a lot more then he did. It wasn't
bad...it was just...different.

Finally Jeremy came, shooting a load of cum in the doll's sillicone
vagina. Meanwhile, Markus/the doll could only feel a ripple of excitement
roll through his body, vastly different coming as a female since the
feeling went through his entire sillicone body. "Yes... good job sexy."

"You too," Markus thought. "And we're only getting started."

"I'm done for today...it's getting late." Jeremy gently dragged Sexy to
the end of the bed, gently pulling the blankets over them. He removed the
vibrator, reaching down and wedging it in the doll's behind 'First time
i've...slept with someone in the same bed. Well...sexy, last week I had
this great experience. I became...someone else. Completely.
Something..amazing. Jeremy grabbed the doll by her hand, gently stroking
it. "And now i've got you. You're amazing too, sexy. You're so...pretty."

Suddenly, Marcus felt quite bad about himself, feeling Jeremy's innocent
cute strokes. The doll's lower region was still covered in cum, but it
didnt quite bother him. Was what they'd done too harsh? Well...he would
make sure Jeremy'd get a nice real doll after they were done. He'd
deserve at least that, seeing just how lonely he was.

"Now, I've got something to be with me all the time. Andarcus, or them,
or they can't...but you're here... for me. Good night." And with that,
Jeremy kissed her on the cheek and closed his eyes.

Markus laid there for a while, letting Jeremy slowly drift away next to
him. Finally he could hear the breathing slow down, and a slight snoring
starting.

As his thoughts shifted to his human form, so did his body, the shape
changing slightly as his face regained function once more, the fatter
lips slimming down and the ribs in his mouth dissapearing. He was struck
by a feeling of a real dry mouth that slowly hydrated. All sensations
returned to normal. As silently as she could the nude cheerleader next to
the sleeping Jeremy reached for the still going vibrator in his ass.
Reaching behind her back she hit the bump, and the skin on the back of
her head slit open. She stuck the vibrator in there, pulling the skin
shut. Within seconds the strange vibrator shaped bump in her back
dissapeared.

//I feel bad for him\\

//What, didn't you enjoy what just happened? \\

//Yeah, but...we should get him a doll after we reveal ourselves.\\

//Why? We're not done yet, are we?\\

//He's really bonding with me. the doll.. I don't want it to go any
further and get him really attatched. Lets reveal ourselves. I'll go
first.\\

//No, I like how it is, do you know how great it is to be a vibrator. He
doens't know, and he's going to keep using me.\\

//We're just going to reveal ourselves. If you won't, then I will. We're
getting Jeremy a real doll and vibrator ASAP, and that's it!\\

There was a short silence. Then, the cheerleader reached for her back
once again, tugging it open and pulling out the vibrator. She put it back
in her ass, clenching it a bit as it resumed buzzing.

"Jeremy," she said.

"Hmm..."

"JEREMY!" She got out of bed as she shook him.

"Yeah, what?" He was confused and dazed for a moment as he stared at the
woman that closely resembled Sexy.

"Are you awake?"

"No...sexy, I'm asleep. I'm in a pretty dream...the best kind of dream.
Where my sex doll is a real girl. Marry me."

"Oh god..." She blushed, looking away. "We really need to get you a
girlfriend, Jeremy."

For a moment there was only silence. "ANDARCUS!" he screamed in complete
suprise. "Were you...you were Sexy?"

"Yeah...It's a new type of skinsuit, with a sex doll function. Watch..."
The cheerleader focussed her mind for a moment as the doll transfromation
only happened to her head, the eyes turning to a sort of false plastic
while her lips grew, locking into a sexy permanently open form.

"Oh...oh... I should've expected that." Jeremy looked almost heartbroken.

"It's all right, we'll get you a doll just like her. A real one. One
without me in it."

"Me? You're alone in there? Or was that sort of thing with the mind
fusion?"

"No, it's just me, Markus." She crossed her arms, her tits slightly
swaying with every movement.

"So where's Andrea then?"

The cheerleader smiled, as she pulled the vibrator from her ass, holding
it up high.

"No...you're kidding. That's been up...my hole! And yours."

"Yeah, she loves that kind of thing."

He put the vibrator on the ground, and within moments it started to grow
into a sight sphere with all sorts of strange bumps inside, the zipper
pulled open to reveal the clothed form of Andrea.

"So now...what?" Jeremy crossed his arms, dismayed.

"Well...we still have all weekend. After that, we'll get you some real
equipment for yourself. So how about we go back to where we left off? I'm
up for it."

"...on one conditon." Jeremy seemed to calm down a bit. "You'll be my
girlfriend for the weekend. Untill monday you don't acknowledge anything
but being my girlfriend. With some sort of magical doll shape form."

"And me?" Andrea scratched the back of her head.

"Well, I guess me and my girlfriend could use a vibrator."

Andrea nodded, climbing back in the blue suit. "For the entire weekend,
though."

"That was the original plan, Jeremy." Andrea closed the zipper, returning
back to her smaller form.

"So Sexy, let's go to bed. We've got lots of things to do tomorrow."

"Right, Jeremy. I couldn't agree more." Sexy approached him gently,
hugging him. "Oh, the vibrator."

"Yeah, right." Jeremy picked up the vibrator. "Can you sleep with this
inside you?"

"We do it quite often, she likes doing it quite a bit."

"Bend over then, sexy."