Forbidden Fruit V
Soft jazz music was playing in the background at Gran Morte’s. Waiters were walking in and out of the kitchen, each one carrying hot plates of food soaked in fancy dressing to a well-playing customer base.
Grace and Aren Orthen were sitting at a table for two in a corner speaking about things that wouldn’t be very normal for two forty-year-old women. How they liked the latest Call of Duty game, how big the tits were on the Asian woman that sat a few tables ahead of them, how their sports team had done in the latest match.
Grace and Aren were played by Vincent and Carl, of course.
Aren wore a miniskirt-length hem black dress with a plunging neckline and black lace sleeves. She was wearing black high-heeled pumps which the real Aren’s memories allowed her to comfortably wear and walk around in. Her blond hair was styled in an attractive side plait with some dark eyeshadow and ruby red lips.
Grace was in a black pantsuit, with a white top underneath which showed off plenty of skin. High-heeled boots which reached up to her ankles. They were black with a dark heel and a scarlet sole. Her lovely, bright ginger hair was in a bun on top of her head, showing off her neck. For makeup, she had a combination dark eyeshadow, purple mascara, and the same ruby red lipstick
“So Maxine won’t be home till 5 in the afternoon which means we’ve still got two hours to mess around.” On the side of their table stood two bags filled with new clothes.
“Yeah but there’s only so much we can do wasting it in this restaurant.” Aren interjected with a distracted look on her face.
“Let’s do it.”
“What, here?” Aren shook her head. “That’d be a disaster, V.”
“Well, duh, not here. In the ladies room, of course. Two girls, one stall.”
Aren giggled. “Wow…that’s just…so wrong.”
Underneath the table, Grace lifted up her high-heeled foot up and rubbed her heel against Aren’s crotch. Aren blushed and smiled sheepishly.
“Okay, okay sure.” The two ladies got up from their seats and headed off to the fancy marble ladies room.
“You go up front.” The stalls actually were separate rooms with thick walls in between. It was…quite an odd design that they had never seen before, but it would give them a lot of privacy. Down below in the corner, there was a strange open space; small enough to where a snake could crawl through. It was connected with the other stalls for some reason.
Still, Grace and Aren walked in and locked the door behind them. The room was decently spacious for a bathroom stall. The two women began undressing rapidly. Two best friends…in minds and bodies. Vincent as Grace, Carl as Aren. They had never been closer as they were now. Like Carl had said, it was so wrong but felt so right.
“How about we both pull them out?” Grace said as she played with her tits and released her red hair.
“Okay, sure!” Aren smiled as she reached for her nether regions. Grace matched his movements as both the sounds of self-stimulation escaped their mouths. Two hands reached deeply inside their nether regions and began to tug. Both began to get soaked in their fluids until, with a satisfying “plop”, two cocks came free. Aren’s was quite a bit bigger than Grace’s in both girth and length. Vincent/Grace had to admit it was one of the bigger appeals of Carl outside of his personality and their friendship. Not impressive muscle wise, but boy, was he hung.
“So who’s on top?”
Grace responded by kneeling down and taking Aren’s meat in her mouth with a smile.
“Oh, oh, oh wow, V…Grace.” Aren gasped.
Grace went deeper and deeper until her nose hit the underside of Aren’s belly. One hand firmly grabbed Aren’s ass while the other made a fist and pounded away at Aren’s anus until it gave way. Grace began fisting Aren’s ass while simultaneously giving her a high-powered, frantic blowjob.
“Ah…ah…you’re not giving me a break, Grace.”
What followed were a few muffled, if clearly affirmative noises as the pressure on Aren continued to build.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this in public!” Aren sighed and moaned as the pressure finally released into Grace’s mouth, squirting a great deal down her throat. Grace effortlessly devoured it whole. She had expertise in such things, continuing to gobble down Carl’s cock until Aren’s feminine moans subsided. Aren had both of her hands massaging her own massive breasts to keep herself aroused, pinching her nipples as well. Grace pulled her fist out of Aren’s ass and began to furiously masturbate with the fully erect cock pressing from her folds. Her nose pressed against Aren’s skin, squeezing it tight as her tongue was on cleaning duty. Her mouth continued to stimulate Aren even after release, milking Carl’s cock for every last drop while cumming herself, splattering Vincent’s load all over the bathroom floor and the edges of the toilet. Grace worked herself until Aren was dry before feeling satisfied.
With a cheerful “sssshhhlorp” Grace freed herself from Aren’s cock and smiled. “You’re welcome, bestie!”
“Oh God, that was good. You really know how to work your new body, Vincent.”
Grace bit her lip for a bit as her cock retracted within and Aren did the same. “Let’s clean up and get dressed again.”
“Yeah I’d actually just want to head home.” Aren was already hoisting her breasts into her bra. Undressing and getting dressed as a female was coming quite naturally and soon the two ladies were ready to go out. As they stepped out of the stall, both of them froze.
A woman with short, black hair, and thin-rimmed, black glasses in an office outfit glared at both them and the cumstain on the ground.
Inside Grace and Aren, Vincent and Carl just didn’t know how to respond to being caught, too shocked to do anything.
She wasn’t impressed. “Please pay your bills and leave quietly.”
“Yes ma’am.” Grace took initiative and pulled Aren along past the quiet, still-fuming woman.
She reached for her phone and barked into it. “Cleanup, women’s bathroom. Regular affair.” Satisfied, she took a different stall and occupied it for herself, not noticing the strange, redheaded woman that was following not far behind her.
As they left the restaurant, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
“Man that was close.”
“Yeah…let’s not do that in public ever again.” The two of them got into Grace’s SUV with the tinted windows and Aren drove them home.
“It’s funny how being other people makes us feel even closer than we’ve ever been before.”
Vincent looked in the rearview mirror and smiled. A hot redheaded lesbian MILF with a nice rack smiled back. The smirk continued as she unbuttoned herself and let her breasts hang freely. “Now this is the biggest advantage of these suits. Tits. Anytime, anywhere. And I get to enjoy feeling them, in addition to feeling from them, of course.”
Aren’s eyes flickered to the right for a moment before she looked straight ahead with a stern look. “I’m driving. Don’t distract me.”
“I’m distracting myself.” Grace fondled and cupped her breasts. “Do you mind?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Okay.” Grace reached in her purse and pulled out a big purple dildo, ribbed quite intensely for her pleasure.
“When did you buy that!?!”
“A girl’s gotta have her toys.” With one, swift movement she lowered her panties, revealing her crotch, dripping wet. With the touch of a button it began to vibrate loudly as she violently shoved it inside her hairy vagina, pushing beyond the base of her lips, which stretched with ease. After a few moans she covered herself up again, a few aroused noises escaping now and then.
Carl, inside Aren, was equally jealous and annoyed. He tried to keep his thoughts on track until the car finally pulled up to the driveway.
“All right, we’re here, I’ve got something new for you, Aren.”
“Man you’re really on a roll. Don’t you need to pull that thing out first?” Aren locked Grace’s car and opened the front door.
“Just you wait around. I’ll be right back.” With another one of Vincent’s cheeky smiles, Grace left Aren behind to lounge around. Inside Aren, Carl realized that he was wearing the only authority figure in the house and thus, nobody would be able to stop him if he were to eat a bucket of ice cream on the couch. And so it was done.
Grace entered Carl’s room and shut the door behind her. “All right, all right…what to do.” She reached in her purse for a moment pulling out the skinsuit gun. She checked the little screen on the back that showed him the forms Vincent had copied and could reproduce at any moment. He had a few choices. He had Aren, Grace, and several of his pretty prostitutes that he had sought out from different cities so that they wouldn’t run into “themselves” later on. Oh, and Carl.
She chuckled. “Oh that’s fantastic.” She aimed on Carl’s bed and fired, and upon impact a deflated skinsuit appeared. A moderately muscular, average looking guy with blonde hair who was quite hung, more so than Vincent himself was.
“Time to turn the tables on him, again.”
Grace stepped out of her pantsuit and flung it aside. With a confident smirk she fully undressed, stepping out of her panties and sniffing them. “Gamer Girl panties, sweet! But first, time to give birth.” She put her hands against the wall and began to apply pressure, working her insides. “Nnngh, come on, come on, don’t make me get you.” From the inside, her labial lips parted as the base of the dildo came out. After a bit more pushing, the sex toy smoothly slid out and hit the floor.
“I’ll save you for later.” Grace commented whimsically as she stepped over to Carl’s suit. With one last look in the mirror she began her work. Sitting her fine ass down on the bed, she grabbed the Carl skinsuit and held it up in front of her.
“It’s a shame Grace had to leave.” She flipped the suit around and looked at the Carl suit’s anus. “Up yours, Carl.”
She put her middle finger in between both cheeks and pressed it inside through the hole. Another finger, and then a hand, two hands pulling it really wide, distorting it until she could fit her head in. And so she did, turning this odd scene into something out of a body horror film as Grace’s body stuck out of Carl’s ass. Pushing forward with both hands, pulling the skinsuit down; ascending into it. She grabbed bits of skin and pulled until Carl’s chest collapsed and then slowly reformed. Carl now was half-formed, his upper half ready while his lower half was still feminine. With his new masculine hands he began to grasp his own ass, pulling it open wide as two feminine legs stepped in. With a moment of delay, Carl Orthen was sitting on his bed fully nude, his erection slowly but surely taking form.
“All right, now to get dressed again.” Carl opened his closet when the purple dildo caught his eye. “In a bit.”
He picked up the sex toy, still covered in Grace’s (and thus his own) juices and held it below his anus. He sat down, and the toy was forced inside him. All the pent up sexual pressure exploded physically, as Carl shot his load all over the floor with a few subdued moans. His cock was twitching and he was shooting an impressive amount (a side effect of this being Skinsuit Carl, not the real Carl). Even without touch it was an absolute beauty of an orgasm.
“Oh…man.” Carl sighed in relief as he fell back onto his bed. “I didn’t know a male skinsuit would be this intense.”
He looked to the left and saw a set of discarded clothing belonging to him.
“Ah, even better. He dumped those a day ago.” A dark T-shirt and some light green shorts. A bit bland, Carl thought to himself, a bit bland, but that was to be expected of men’s wear compared to the exuberance of women’s fashion.”
Carl stepped onto the ground floor, all the blinds had been shut and the lights were on, even though it was in the middle of the afternoon. Good, Carl thought to himself, that meant that the real Carl was ready for some wild sex.
He could hear the TV playing and as he entered the living room to see Aren sitting there, mostly undressed with genitals and tits hanging out and melted ice cream all over herself. The empty container was dumped next to her. She was just sitting there, one finger idly touching her nether regions.
“MOM!?!” Carl faked shock and horror as he flinched. Aren, on her end, just looked equally shocked and blurted out: “ME!?!”
“And you always told me to clean up after myself, look at this mess!”
“No no no no.” Aren rose to her feet, standing upright with ice cream dripping all over. “You can’t be me, I won’t have sex with myself. That’s like…even more wrong, Vincent!”
“Oh, really?” Carl smiled, walked up to his mother and with both hands pushed her back on the couch. The whole roughness of it caught Aren completely off guard and she sat there for a few seconds just reconsidering.
“Let me clean up for you, mom.” Carl lowered his boxers, his erection leaping back to life as if he hadn’t just completely emptied itself out a few minutes ago. He leaned forward and let his tongue lick off some of the spilled ice cream on her left nipple.
Any protest that the real Carl had was gone the moment fake Carl reached her nipple. “Oh, oh, ah, that’s sensitive.”
With long confident swirls Carl dutifully cleaned her up, taking pleasure in having both of his hands fondle Aren’s breasts. He now fully leaned over her, his cock not that far from her dripping vagina. Aren reached back and grasped onto the fabric on the couch.
“Oh, you’re leaking, let me plug that up.” Aren flinched as “his” own cock entered down below; “Carl’s” plunger sliding all the way into her well lubricated hole.
“OooOOooh, that’s good, that’s good, don’t stop.”
“I didn’t plan to, real Carl. Told you I’d mix it up. But I didn’t expect you’d invite me in with a lot of sweetness.”
“Oh that was just me being…sloppy. Just wanted to eat a bunch of ice cream without mom screaming at me. Or me screaming at myself.” She let out a little giggle that got interrupted by Carl picking up pace. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her close. Both of them looked each other in the eye, not paying any attention to the world around them.
Of course, Maxine initially didn’t make a sound as she stared at her own mother and brother making love. She had gotten the afternoon off due to a bit of luck and had just walked into the living room. There they were going at it, kissing, fucking, passionately so. She must have stood there for a full ten seconds before she screamed out “WHAT THE HELL?!?”
“Not again!”
“Oh shit, Maxine. What are you doing home?”
“You…you two are having sex.”
“Yep, but it gets worse actually.” Carl looked at her and smiled.
“I…I’m going to pack my things and leave. I can’t live in a house where this…THIS is going on!”
“Hold on, hold on, we’re not actually who you think we are.”
“What, what are you doing Vincent, I mean, Carl?!” Aren protested.
His dick still inside her, he just continued to pump into her exposed nether region as if Maxine wasn’t there.
“Hold on Maxine, it gets better.”
“How! How the hell could this get better.”
“I’m not Carl and that’s not your mother.” Vincent pointed to Aren. “That’s Carl.”
“Seriously, shut up, Carl.” Both Maxine and Aren said the same words at the same time.
Carl reached for Aren’s mouth and put his fingers into it, pulling it wide and revealing the very sweaty face of the real Carl.
“Tadaa!” Carl was now making love to himself, except the real Carl had Aren’s body below the neck.
“Oh my god!” Maxine just stood there in utter shock, not knowing to respond.
“Don’t worry, you won’t remember a thing.” Carl reached in his pocket and zapped her.
She didn’t even scream, frozen in shock and horror. Her deflated skinsuit toppled over and hit the floor.
“What the hell, man!” The real carl said.
“She won’t remember anything, I timed it. Less than five minutes since she saw us going at it.” Fake Carl pulled out, his tip purple and leaking pre. “You’d best put your face back on.”
“Ah…” Real Carl’s feminine body was still aching, craving to get penetrated and he felt the urge to fling himself at fake Carl and beg for his own cock. She tugged at Aren’s face and put it back into place.
“So do you want to continue?”
“Yes! Yes please! This body, it wants you, V….Carl, damn it!” She was sweaty as hell as she basically grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him back to the couch.
“Let’s finish what we started.” Aren sat back in her old position, letting go of Carl’s shoulders to firmly grasp his cock instead. With her legs split into a spread eagle, she gently guided him back inside.
“Look at you being all eager, a few days ago you were scared of temporarily becoming a female. And now you’re your own mom being banged by you yourself.” “Carl” chuckled at the strange sentence he had constructed. But this was what was happening nonetheless.
Both of them were sweating, panting, moaning, gasping for breath as they came closer and closer together in between Carl’s powerful thrusts. “It’s fun being other people wouldn’t you agree?”
“Ah yes! YES! It’s so much fun. I cant believe how good this feels.”
“It’s about to get even better.” That was all he could say before he came, depositing his load inside her. She matched it by squirting all over his cock as their juices mixed within Aren’s vagina. “Nnnngh, oh God what if I get my own mom pregnant. Oh that’s awful.”
Carl grabbed Aren by the chin. “It doesn’t work like that, you can’t get pregnant while suited up and trust me, no evidence will remain.”
Carl continued to hump his mother until he was fully done. Slowly, he pulled his fluid-covered rod out of her snatch with a smile.
“All right…now that that’s finished, we’ve got to release Grace. Maxine is already here and we shouldn’t make it more complicated. Aaaand…” Carl twirled comically with his dick flopping about while Aren just sat there, basking in the afterglow. He picked up the skinsuit gun, flicked a switch and pointed it at his temple.
“Check this trick.” Before Aren could react Carl fired upon himself and he disappeared. Standing there before Aren, who was leaking onto the couch, was the naked form of Grace.
“H-how did you do that?”
“It was a copy skinsuit. They disappear with a single shot of the delete function, you know that I told you before.”
“Ah.” Clearly Aren was still out of it.
“So here’s what we do. You take a shower and get dressed properly as Aren while I clean up, get out of Grace and into Maxine again. From there we restore Grace and send her on her way for now. And if we ever need her again, we’ve got her form saved in this gun.”
“Allright, alright. I could use a shower, actually.” She stood up and slowly walked upstairs, leaving a trail of goo behind her.
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Aren already was naked to begin with, so she just slipped under the shower and enjoyed the feeling of hot water hitting her body. Cum and sweat dripped off of her as she cleaned herself with the soft feminine soap the real Carl would never use. But now, in his mother’s body, it felt quite appropriate. The pink bottle was labelled “Peach Love Deep Moisturizer” and filled with some blabbering text about “Restoring your shine” and “Feminine Aura’s”.
Even though he was in a female body, Carl still couldn’t care much about “femininity” outside of the base mannerisms that he obtained from wearing these female skins. She scrubbed herself pretty clean, almost dozing off mentally with her hands at her side. Halfway through a sudden thought popped up. “I’m in a hot body. Oh. Right!”
Now the shower was getting really steamy as Aren began “fully” cleaning out her nether regions and rubbing her own nipples. With a cheeky smirk she picked up the shower head and pointed it directly at her vagina. The streams were extremely pleasurable, especially so once Aren put it on max power.
She had lost track of the time until Maxine entered the bathroom. Fully naked, she looked most like a younger and more shapely version of herself. With every step, Maxine’s comfy looking D’s bounced along slightly.
“Hey ma.” She said in the exact same tone as the real Maxine did. “ I got Grace all dressed up on the couch and I cleaned up our mess. When you’re done cleaning up, we’re good to go.”
Aren looked at her daughter with a slight shade of envy, that look then turned into a smile.
“Come on in then.” She motioned at her enticingly.
“Before I do, you should know Maxine invited Thessa over tonight. Six o’clock sharp.”
“Her goth friend?”
“Yep.”
The two of them shared another look before both of them smiled. “Oh, that will be interesting.” Aren quipped.
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