Last Call

The credits rolled, and the couple sat back in their chairs. Markus and Jeanne had just finished watching Oliver Stone’s JFK, and now they were thinking about what to say next. Husband and wife were next to one another, with the first wife leaving three minutes into the start of the movie.

“So…do you think Lee Harvey Oswald did it?”

“I mean…probably. Maybe. I really, really don’t know. It’s too clouded and way too far back in the past to make any sense of it. I just don’t know…but it does make for a good movie.” 

They were holding hands, looking one another in the eye. A sly smile of recognition creeped over Markus’s face. “Man, this takes me back.” 

“Back to what?” The blonde-haired woman sat next to him and clasped his hand in her own.

    “I’ll tell you and Andrea about it someday. But…this is nice too. Just having some real romance now and then. Sometimes I’m tempted to just lock Andrea away as a body part or something for a few days, I’m sure she’d like that too.

“We could take a romantic vacation. Maybe as a lesbian couple with something extra.” Jeanne leaned forward and had a quick squeeze of Markus’ crotch. 

“I’ll take you up on that for sure. We could head back for a trip to our beach mansion in Costa Del Costa, it’s been a while.”

    `How about we actually go on a vacation. Don´t bring any skinsuits but the two we’re wearing.”

Markus nodded silently. “Yeah, but we’d need Andrea to be out of the picture to make that happen.”

“Are you getting tired of her or something?”

“A bit.” Markus admitted. “But I keep coming back to her. It’s like an addiction, I just can’t quit her for good. She’s very affectionate…in her own “special” way.”

Jeanne nodded quietly.

“ALRIGHT, MOVIE DONE! SEX TIME!” Like a tornado, Andrea stepped into the room, stark naked. Her form was even more ridiculous than usual. She had Z cup breasts and stood two-and-a-half meters high, with a pregnant belly and a cock that were bigger than both her legs combined.

The two of them looked at her for a second before erupting into laughter. It felt like a joke now, Andrea always bursting through the door in a new skinsuit to fuck/be fucked in. Usually it was great.

“Well, giving or receiving?” Markus said to her.

“Receiving.”  Andrea slapped her absurdly sized penis. “I’ve got two holes ready for taking.” She collapsed forward onto the ground, her massively disproportionate breasts easily catching her fall with a imposing “thud”. Her mouth opened wide.

“Come on in.”

Markus and Jeanne were starting to undress when Markus’s phone rang, showing a blue screen labeled “FRONT GATE”. He raised an eyebrow and picked it up, hitting the button.

It showed a live feed of someone standing in front of their front gate next to a very expensive car. It was a blonde woman in her early twenties with a very frustrated look on her face. He knew that face well,and that body too. He knew it far too well.

The internet-hentai proportioned Andrea read his face and immediately realized that this wasn’t going anywhere. His face only got that grave when SHE was involved. Jeanne saw it as well. Markus could get angry at times, but he was never cold. When SHE got near though, the temperature in the room became frigid.

Andrea took a moment, and then her body seemed to collapse as the massive belly, cock and breasts simply deflated. The suit dropped off her body and fell to the ground, revealing Andrea’s regular-sized proportions.  Very much against her will, she walked around Markus to get dressed, expecting the order to come soon enough.

“You two. Stay here. Do not leave this room.” The words were very calm and controlled, but both knew just how worked up Markus was when SHE was involved. They quickly spoke up and said “Yes dear.”

Markus left them with a foul look on his face. “Andrea. You know him longer then I do. What’s his problem with Eleanor Greengrass?” 

“Beats me.” Andrea sat down on the bed, wearing an average summer outfit. “But the moment he notices her he gets so…mad.”

Jeanne looked at Andrea, expecting her to invite her to a steamy lesbian romance while Markus was out, but it never came. Andrea leaned back on the bed, trying to get comfortable as she waited for Markus to come back. 

Jeanne did the same while imagining the two billionaire heirs yelling at each other. She remembered one time when she covered for Andrea (where the real Andrea just wanted to hang out in Markus’ pants) where Markus ran into Eleanor at a fancy gala ball. The tension was palpable.

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Markus walked down the driveway leading up to the massive ornamental gates. She was standing next to a red sports car. She wore a sunny yellow dress and sunglasses.She disconcertedly flicked through her phone. As usual, she was chewing gum and popping bubbles.

“I’m here. What do you want, El?”

Eleanor was by all accounts a decent looking woman. She was on the short side, but her proportions were well-shaped. Her hips were sizable like a pear compared to her thin waist. Markus knew that most of her body was high-grade plastic surgery instead of skinsuits.

Ellenore looked at him, smirked, and spat out her gum on the ground.

Markus looked at the splatter of gum soiling his driveway and responded with a sarcastic “Thanks.”

“I’ve been thinking…”

“That’s new.”

“You still owe me an explanation. When you say that B.S. ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ crap, it just means it was my fault.”

“At least get this over with, Em. What have I done wrong?”

As her look and pose softened, so did Markus’. He sighed, exhaling loudly. He recomposed himself for a moment, thinking in silence.

“Come inside. We’ll talk.” He hit the button to open the gate and it came to life. Elenore locked her car and quietly followed behind Markus. Without a word, Markus led her to one of his swimming pools. The sun was out in full force as Markus stood behind the bar and motioned at her to sit on the opposite side.

A small smile appeared on his face as she spotted him pulling out all the ingredients for the esteemed White Russian.

Markus was fully absorbed in his bartending work at this time, going through the motions and putting two pristine quality White Russians on the bar.

“I thought you had stopped drinking those.”

“For old times sake. You were the one who taught me to appreciate them in the first place.”

A silence fell as they looked in each other’s eyes, gauging each other. Markus was once again struck by just how pretty her face was. Back then he found it such a contradiction how Eleanor was obsessed with plastic surgery for her body, but her face still had that pretty look. He loved her at the time, and she didn’t need to impress him any further….so why do it?

She kept getting surgeries until some overpaid, coked out idiot with a veneer of a reputation botched her second breast enlargement so badly it had to be taken away. He glared at her fake breast (on the left side) for a moment. As she caught him, he immediately looked away.

For a moment she felt honoured before the realization of what he was looking at hit her.

“I guess it was that simple then.” She chucked back. “Can’t have a woman with only one breast.” Her voice dripped with equal parts self loathing and hatred. She chucked back her drink and got up. “Thanks for hammering it home.”

“No, NO! Don’t you DARE leave! Do you really take me for that kind of looks obsessed asshole.”

“Yeah, I do. When I couldn’t provide a good enough experience, you dumped me for some hot broad with no money.”

Markus slammed his fist on the table with a sharp ferocity that caught Eleanor off guard. “IT WASN’T LIKE THAT!” She flinched, momentarily concerned for her own safety.

The ex-lover seemed to collapse onto his chair, rubbing his eyes.

“Then why.” Her cold blue eyes pierced into his soul. “Did you destroy our beautiful future?”

“When I said….it’s me, not you, I lied.”

“What a surprise.” Eleanor couldn’t be more sarcastic.

“You were a loving girlfriend. Rich. Pretty. Sweet.”

“But?”

Markus sighed and drank his cocktail with a dour look on his face.

“Spit it out already.”

“You’re boring.”

She gasped for air in sheer flabbergasted surprise. “Of all the things….boring? BORING?!”

Markus avoided her glare, preferring to stare into his drink and mutter out a quiet “yes.” This was followed by a more confident “Yes.”

“I hate to tell you, but it’s true. Besides…our marriage was a setup anyhow.”

“Excuse me?”

“You didn’t know? Did you not wonder why they found so many excuses to have us interact? The dinners where we sat oh-so conveniently next to each other, our families taking vacations together and having us share a room? Our hypothetical children would have been rich beyond anything we could imagine. A combined heir to the Greengrass and Creneth fortunes….”

“God, you’re such a cynic. We have been friends since age ten and then we fell in love. Is that what you thought, we were an arranged marriage?”

“Partially, but that’s not why I decided to break it off.” Markus gulped for a moment. “We were….we were a year and a half into our relationship and it was losing its shine. Everything was getting to be normal. Boring. Go to work. Come home. Dinner. Then sex or we sit together and watch some movies. Day in…day out…and then I realized, if it’s boring now, it’ll be hell later. If I let this go on for too long….we’d have a lot more hardship…and maybe it’ll hurt our children too. You yourself–“

“I know.” Eleanor’s tone was a  conflicted mix of sympathetic and sour. “So…if that’s it, why did you never bother telling me? Why the sudden…silent treatment.”

Markus avoided her glare. “I was just covering my own ass, El. Because when I said it was me, not you, I was being genuine then. I didn’t want to admit to you that I blew up our relationship and our friendship because I got bored easily.”

“I need another drink.”

“You’re not getting any more. I need you mostly sober for this conversation.” Markus put the alcohol away. 

“Please, give me a damned cola then. I’m too boring for anything interesting.”

“I still believe I did the right thing, El. This was the best option for the both of us.”

“Best option for you, since you just picked some pretty girl off the street not half a year later and married her within the year. What does she have that I didn’t outside of her looks?”

Markus gave her a dry chuckle that led Eleanor to scowl at him.

“Andrea is a sociopath that has an obsession with sex, transformative sex, and me.”

Ellenore spat out her cola mid-chug. “You’re kidding me.”

“No. She’s…well, she keeps things fresh. Sometimes she is a literal disaster, but I like to think she’s getting better under me.”

“I’ve met her and she seemed pretty normal.”

“Only because I ordered her to be normal, El. The real, unmasked Andrea is…insane.”

She shook her head. “So you blew up our perfect relationship for someone insane? Is that really what you’re saying? Really?”

“Yes…and the things she brought along with her, of course.”

Markus had come this far admitting the truth. Aneed to finally be clean and honest with Ellenor overtook him. He realized that while he had easily moved on once he met Andrea…she had not. It was four years later and she still hoped to get back together. A loose thought resonated in his mind that he couldn’t shake. I’m a horrible person for what I did to her.

“She…she introduced me to something that is just…so hot.” Markus fumbled for a moment before straightening himself out. “Come on. I’ll show you everything, El, but only because I want to help you. You need to…to move on.”

There was no response, and he read that as her feeling deeply conflicted. “Come along then, El. Please.”

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He led her to the subterranean hallway leading to the masking bunker, making sure that she didn’t get a good look at it yet. He blocked her view.

“I met Andrea while she was trying to rob me.”

“…You’re kidding me. Why the HELL would you marry a THIEVING SOCIOPATH!” 

“Because she amuses me. She never gets boring, and she’s got an insane libido. There. Now you know. I’m not flawless, El, and I never pretended to be. I just can’t handle the same thing over and over and over. And that’s’ what life would’ve been with you.”

“After all this time…you just got bored of me. And here I thought I did something wrong during our relationship, while the only thing I did wrong was getting involved with you in the first place.”

Markus was hurt . He snapped back. “Don’t say that! Don’t you ever say that! Look, we had some real good times together, and it didn’t work out in the end. It was never going to work…but when it was new…it was amazing.” Markus looked away for a moment. “I should have done more to help you after we split up…but…you were so angry at me. It was justified, I know, but I just started hitting back at your insults and then we ended up hating each other. I fucked up, El, and now it’s time I start fixing what I can. Come along.”

Once she stepped into the massive room, her breath was taken away. They didn’t call it the masking bunker for nothing. The walls and floors were uniformly grey and lit up by white LEDs. The left wall was covered in female bodies while the right wall was a mix of futanari and male ones. On the back wall, from Eleanor’s view hung a giant, exotic creature suit, as well as a few dog suits. The Alien Queen, a giant creature with tentacle arms, hung limply on the wall. To the far right, there was a giant showering section. On the opposite side, Ellenore spotted a giant bed that seemed ill-fitted for the average human. 

There was a stand in the middle on which the masks laid, organized neatly on different tables littered with different faces. A section was dedicated to all kinds of sex toys one could possibly imagine. There was bondage gear, fetish outfits, and a lot of black latex

Her mouth dropped open.

“Are…are these bodies?”

“No, they’re skinsuits. Disguises. You wear them and you become them.”

“That’s…ridiculous.” Markus read her tone as one of full denial.

Markus headed over to the table in the middle and lifted up a random mask. It had a blonde ponytail wrapped up in a red hairband. The face was one of a pretty looking female face with a single birthmark; a mole on the right side of her cheek. 

“Samus Aran. Now watch this.” He stretched out the underside of the neck with a smile and lifted it over his own head. As it came down, he stretched it beyond just his chin and neck, almost to his nipples. As he let go of the creepily distorted face. it snapped back into place and reformed Markus’ face into that of the bounty hunter Samus Aran. With astonishment, Eleanor saw the change occur.

“There we go.” Markus’s voice was gone, replaced with the cool and confident voice of Samus.

“We use these to hang out in public as normal people…but mainly it’s for lots of private, kinky sex in a thousand different forms.”

“This is incredible…and incredibly fucked up.”

“Yeah…but it could fix your scars instantly.”

“…” 

“I want to give you a skinsuit. Something you can wear for good, like Andrea does.” 

Samus’s body responded to the sexual sensations and thrill of masking, but he ignored his erection. 

“It would feel like your own body, it would make you…physically perfect. You haven’t really moved on from me, that’s for sure, but if you had a…better body, you wouldn’t need to regret that surgery. Let me get you one.”

Samus headed over to the female skinsuits and picked out Andrea’s standard proportions. D cup breasts; firm ,but not too extensive ass; a height of 1.8 meters; and a thin waistline.

“You put this on…and you’ll forget it’s a suit after a while. Your body will be fixed…”

“This…this is unreal. It shouldn’t be possible.”

“It is. Look at my face, listen to my voice.” Samus reached under her neck, grabbed it, and pulled it off. 

“If you’re too afraid to put on the body…start with the face first…” 

“If I can fix this horrible mistake, I’ll do it now” Ellenore grabbed the suit out of his hands and examined it closely, touching the left breast. “Do I need to be naked for this?”

“Not really, but…” She wasn’t even listening. She found the neckhole, yanked it wide and pressed her body into it with rapid, frantic movements. Skinsuiting wasn’t easy the first time, but through sheer force of will, Eleanor managed to find the armholes and make it all align. In stunned silence, she watched her new body shift into place. She gasped as her boobs filled out, her waist tightened, and her ass got a lot firmer, not to mention her whole form increased in height. Her breath was taken away, her face frozen in a mix of shock and joy.

One hand slowly moved towards her left breast. She touched it,  and rubbed it slowly. “I can…I can feel it…” She began to cry, her eyes locked onto her new breasts. 

“Are you okay? El?” Markus couldn’t help himself but wrap his arm around the new woman and do his best to comfort her. 

‘I…I am so happy. I’m whole again.” She immediately kissed him on the mouth. Their lips touched and for a moment Markus forgot who was kissing him. He returned the feeling. As he opened his eyes though, he realized what had happened and pulled away.

“El…that’s not happening again. I let you in here to help you move on…not restart it.” Markus couldn’t help but ogle her breasts. It didn’t sway his thoughts one bit.

“Oh…eh, I didn’t mean to. It just happened.”

“I…” Markus paused. “I appreciate the sentiment, El. But I think…I think you need to leave. Find your own path with your new body. Let me get you something to wear, you’re going to need a new wardrobe.”

Eleanor couldn’t help but squeeze and prod her restored breast as she walked along, slowly getting used to the natural bounce of her new body. It was too shocking for her, to simply have her ex make her dreams come true. Markus gently grabbed her hand and nudged her towards the clothing room. It was an absolutely massive selection of clothes that awaited her. 

“You should head towards that section.” He pointed to a section specifically labeled “Andrea Standard Size”. 

“Oh…wow, that’s a lot of clothes.” 

“Well, when we go out, we can’t go out naked, can we?”

“Wait, you go out…as different people?”

“Yeah. Of course we do.” Markus conveniently didn’t mention all the times they ended up doing a day where Jeanne played Markus while Markus played his own cock. Or the time he was a woman with two sentient dicks. Or…

Markus smiled faintly at the weird, kinky shenanigans his wives had gotten him into. All the while, Ellenore was getting dressed. It was surprising how perfectly the clothes fit her new form. As for her new outfit, she picked a sunny dress that reminded her of the one she wore earlier today. She had long forgotten that she was still wearing it under the skinsuit.

“How do I look?” The question shook Markus from his memories as he glanced at her. It was…well, there was a new kind of confidence to her. Not to mention she was a lot prettier body-wise. Her dress was bright yellow with white dots all over it. 

“That one’s a part of the outfit, let me get the hat.” Markus picked up a straw hat with a light blue ribbon wrapped around it. He placed it on her head and she checked herself out in the mirror.

“I feel..I feel like a brand new woman!” 

“El…”

She turned to him, her face turning into one of concern.

“You do understand that you can’t tell this to anyone. We’ve kept this a secret for ages now, and I don’t need anyone to know about what we’re capable of or what we do. And no one needs to hear about my fetish, either.”

“Look…I get it, ok? You don’t want anyone to know about all…THIS, and I don’t blame you.” Markus began to speak, but Elenore put up her hand “Markus…’M’…I’ve hated you for quite a while, but that doesn’t mean I still don’t respect you. There’s things I’ve stayed quiet about for years, and I don’t intend to spill any of them now. Even this one. Thank you for sharing this with me.”

“Don’t thank me…I should’ve done this years ago, but after our relationship turned so sour, I didn’t want to give you leverage against me.” He put his hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eye. “I miss you from time to time El, but I’m very happy with what I have now.”

“Doing your wife and your secretary at the same time?”

“Eeeh, how? I’ve never…”

Her smile was a bit smug. “I’ve seen the way you stare at her. That look of love…that’s the same one you had for me in the first year of our relationship. Don’t worry, I’ll keep that secret as well. Does Andrea know?”

“She’s in on it.”

“Figures. Not like she’s any kind of moral person in the first place.”

Markus chuckled “You have no idea…and you don’t want to. Come, El. Let me lead you out.”

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Without speaking a word, they walked back. The sun started to set as the world was bathed in orange light. Just like the setting sun, the hostility between the two exes was quickly fading out. 

“So…does this mean we’re friends again?”

“Yes, El. I’m always here to help you. Heck, if you need us to use our skinsuits to say, temporarily replace someone or even fill for you…we can help..but promise me you’ll start looking for a new relationship. I…I just want you to be happy again.”

She leaned forward and hugged him, followed by a small kiss on his cheek.

‘Thank you Markus.”

“No problem Eleanor. If you need me, or just want to talk…you know my number. It hasn’t changed.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.” She got into her car, revved up the engine, which came to life with a roar. “Cheers.”

Markus nodded back. “Cheers.” He started closing the gate as he watched the sports car drive away. For a moment he felt depressed, thinking about the life that he had thrown away. Had he been too rash? She was right, their children would have been rich beyond anyone’s dreams…but…did he even want children? As he looked back to his mansion, he thought of his two wives and all the things he had experienced with them. He started walking back, realizing his answer. “First, I’ll tell them all about this…and then we’ll fuck like rabbits.”