The doorbell rang and Ann Summers looked up from her breakfast. She’d been a bit late for her job this morning so she was rushing through her morning routine at top speed.
The 23-year old blonde had a face full of freckles. Her cheeks were a rosy shade of red even though her face was somewhat thin. While she wasn’t by any means impressively shaped in her rear, her D-cup breasts definitely made up for it. Ann was wearing an office outfit consisting of a pair of jeans, a blonde shirt split in the middle to show off and a dark blue jacket. She rummaged through her hair a bit, working to get it wrapped around her back
“I wonder who that could be…I don’t think I ordered anything online last night.” Ann got up from her chair, walking through her small kitchen to her front door. She straightened herself out and opened the door. “Good morning, how can I help you?”
Ann looked down at a somewhat overweight goth girl. She had several piercings in her lip, while her skin was unnaturally white to contrast with her black hair and spiked leather jacket. Her T-shirt had a skull on it with the text “DYING INSIDE”.
“So, you are Ann Summers, right. Secretary to mister Creneth, right?” She said with a rather monotone voice. The Goth was definitely checking Ann out, unnerving her slightly. The smile that crawled across her face was even worse, not unlike something a comic book villain would pull.
“Eh, yeah, that’s me.” She smiled, hoping to break the tension. “So what can I do for you?”
“Everything.” The Goth girl pulled out a strange looking pistol and shot Ann squarely in the chest. Even before she could exhale and get out a single noise, Ann had collapsed to the ground in the form of an empty skinsuit, still dressed.
Without skipping a beat the Goth stepped inside and closed the door behind her, brazenly kicked the empty skinsuit of An aside. She glanced around the house, slightly disappointed at the apparent lack of expensive furniture and luxuries.
“Shouldn’t the CEO’s secretary be making a lot of money? It looks like the home of an ordinary office drone. Clearly, you should have seduced him already, at least become his mistress so you can set up blackmail.” She shook her head, smiling a bit.
“Think bigger, girl…but from now I’ll do all the thinking for you instead.”
She picked up the Ann skinsuit and carried it to the bedroom on the right. After closing the blinds and shutting the door tight the Goth began to undress rapidly and recklessly chucked her clothes on the floor. When she removed her bra a wide smile crept across her face, looking slightly sadistic.
“Goth tits…hmmm…at least I don’t lose much size on you girl.”
The girl stripped the empty skinsuit of its clothing. Taking her time to feel up her body for a moment she lifted up the empty skinsuit of Ann and slipped her two legs into it. The slightly chubby legs slimmed down massively and with a bit of pressure now the chubby pale goth was standing on thin, elegant looking feminjne legs.
“Okay, Ann. Now it’s your turn to serve me..” She took a few moments to examine Ann’s face a bit more closely. “Pretty girl…”
With a big tug Ann’s face separated from her hollow body, tearing slightly. Yet the fabric of her skin seemed to repair itself automatically into a mask. The goth wasted no time on lowering the Ann mask over her own face, making sure the mask’s ripped neck aligned with her own. She pressed it into place, closing her eyes for a moment.
“Oooh…” The rather dour monotone voice faded and was replaced with Summer’s warmer tone within the same moan.
“Ann” waited for the mask to finish attaching itself to her body, checking herself out in the mirror. It looked quite odd, anns legs and head…yet a chubby pale goth chest with a few tattoos on it in the middle. “Ann” shook her head. “Let’s fix that…” She lifted up the rest of the skinsuit and slipped her hands in it, pulling the skin into place and readjusting it. The skin stretched to fit over the pale chest before shrinking down into the “real” form of Ann.
“My name’s Ann Summers and I’m a massive slut!” She chuckled, playing with her chest before suddenly stopping. “Enough playing around now, I’m on a schedule, wouldn’t want to be late for my job.”
Ann Summers in her naked glory sat still on her bed. No one would know that she had been replaced, until it was too late and she had already claimed the main prize.
Ann took a moment to access the real Ann’s memories. A horny smile appeared on her face as she reached down under the bed for a box that had been placed in the very back.
She opened the unmarked gray box and gazed upon Ann’s small set of sex toys. A vibrator and a small device with two metal clamps that stimulated one’s nipples.
“Maybe I have enough time for some…fun..”
Ann gazed into the mirror in front of her as she reached for the clamps, attaching them to her erect nipples. She looked around for anything that would…fit before deciding to settle one of the bedposts. Ann climbed up onto her bed with the vibrator and the nipple stimulator in one hand, before standing upright with the wooden pole just behind her.
She kept looking at the mirror as she placed her ass just above the pole that must have at least been as 10 centimetres wide and 40 centimetres tall. Ann crouched down further, the pole now pressed inside her just a bit.
Ann switched on both of the sex toys in her left hand, while swapping the vibrator to her right. She began to really go down on the pole feeling it fully penetrate her. The small shocks rocked her new nipples as her breasts freely bounced up and down with Ann’s feverish movements.
Finally, she used the vibrator to penetrate her already thoroughly wet pussy, applying a ton of pressure on the vibrator as she completely slipped it inside while applying pressure down below to really keep it inside. Her insides and back moved and rocked with her every movement in the most unnatural way possible as she lowered herself onto the pole again and again.
Ann could only moan, but sometimes she just smiled at the mirror, looking at the spectacle she had created. “You’re mine Ann, and I get to do whatever I want… I’m a huge slut, Ann Summers is a massive dirty cockloving slut!” Ann could only chuckle as she could feel the tension rise inside her entire body. “Ann Summers is going to cum on her own bed!” Ann finally came as she let herself fall down onto the wooden pole one last time to remain here as she squirted out the active vibrator with an unusually large stream of vaginal fluid that burst out of her.
Ann screamed as hard as she could, as she continued to squirt all over her own bed. She rocked her body back and forth as the bed pole held her in place as much as it could. Finally she finished as she went slightly limp, letting her body just hang off the pole deeply shoved up her anus. “Okay, that should be enough for now…”
Ann slowly moaned as she rose to her feet, the pole scratching and simulating her insides one last time. Once free Ann leaned forward to lap up some of the fluids off her own bed, occasionally looking in the mirror to enjoy her humiliation of Ann…and of herself.
“Playtime’s over.” Ann picked up her clothes and sat on the side of the bed to quickly get them on. “Black silken panties…nice.” Ann removed the nipple clamps from her body and began to dress herself. Panties, a bra to keep her new pair in place, the jeans, and finally the two-part office outfit
She got up, a warm smile on her face turning to a mean one. “Well Ann, it’s time to get to work before I’m too late.” Ann straightened out her short blonde hair before applying a deep red lipstick to her lips and a bit of darker eyeshadow. “Now that’s a killer look…”
Ann drove up to the company parking lot, on instinct parked her car in her own spot. The person that was currently inside Ann was just letting her daily routines play out normally. She only stopped to stare up at the massive office building with Creneth Real Estate on top.
“Can’t wait to own that…” She giggled slightly before resuming her daily routine pulled directly from Ann’s mind.
Enter with a keycard, greet the guards, greet others, pick up some coffee for the boss, get in the elevator and finally sit down at her own desk. Rather than do work like answering some and updating her boss’s calendar, Ann casually sat back in her chair and sipped from her boss’s coffee cup. She would have to wait until he actually showed up before she was able to settle down as one of the (to be) richest men in the world.
After a few minutes she’d ran out of patience. And that boredom meant that the girl inside Ann began to enjoy her body once again, in a subdued fashion. Squeezing and rubbing her chest at the desk while also keeping a clear watch for anyone approached from the right. Gently she applied some pressure down below with her right hand.
“Oh Ann…” she said to herself “Your tits aren’t bad, but I’ve had better.”
She could hear distant footsteps. In a blink Ann straightened herself, intensely looking at the screen in front of her starting to type out a fake email. She smiled as she saw her target approach. Markus Creneth, the 20 year old heir to the Creneth fortune.
“Morning Ann!” Markus Creneth was quite tall but not exceedingly handsome. In fact, while she had seen pictures of him, it struck her how he looked somewhat generic. Short brown hair, brown eyes and somewhat tall. Yet he walked with a confident strut and his smile seemed sincere enough to Ann. Even his brown eyes. His hair seemed to shine quite a bit, and she wasn’t sure if it was the use of hair products or just by nature.
“Morning, sir!” Ann waved at him and smiled back. As soon as Markus’s back had turned the smile on Ann’s face turned sinister once again. “Too easy…” She picked up a piece of paper and swung her purse around her shoulder as she followed him into his luxuriously expensively outfitted office.
Markus sat down behind his desk and eyed up his hot secretary that was approaching. He wasn’t too obvious with it even though Ann did catch him. She just smiled. Ann gripped the paper tight as she stood behind the desk next to her boss.
“No coffee today?”
“Oh I forgot.” She kept her face straight even though she wanted to snap back at the obviously spoiled rich brat.
“Let me get you a new one.” She said as she dropped the paper in front of her. “Oops.”
She bowed down to get it while her other hand gripped her jeans and panties. In one smooth motion pulled them down, revealing her nude backside to her boss. She was going to replace this idiot later, first it was time for some fun.
Markus was silent for a second, staring right at Ann’s exposed backside in disbelief. “Is this…” He stumbled over the rest of his sentence and just gave up.
“You’d better hurry up, sir, before I am done picking up this paper.” Ann teased, confident that would be enough to sway him.
“I’ve been waiting for this…” Markus immediately lowered his pants and underwear, pulling out his cock. Ann glanced at it and her eyes went wide. The brat was packing heat, perhaps the biggest one the Ann impersonator had ever seen…and she had seen many.
“Damn…”
Markus pumped his erection, arousal overpowering common sense. This sudden change in his secretary’s behaviour should have concerned him…but he didn’t care at the moment.
She moaned, smiled and laughed “Oh, yes, this is it!” Markus put his hands on her backside, sliding deep into her. He grasped her, slamming himself inside her.
Ann moaned louder, her hands grasping into the carpet as she bent over even more. Her body easily adapted around Markus’ erection as every thrust seemed to reverb through her body as a wave of pure pleasure. Markus slapped her ass, pushing her down deeper into the carpet.
“He’s a real good fuck, its almost a shame.”
Markus continued to push Ann down, pushing with a flat hand on her back while his free hand slapped her ass.
Markus could really feel it now…everything he wanted…a secretary that would truly deliver on all his desires. He’d no longer need to rub one out at work…and Ann was good at her regular duties as well.
Markus came, and both of them moaned as Markus shot his full load into Ann’s behind. His movements slowed, and with a final thrust he pulled out. He quickly zipped back up and fell back into his chair with a big, satisfied smile on his face. “Simply amazing.”
He looked on in surprise as Ann quickly pulled up her panties and jeans without bothering to deal with the slight dribble of cum that was leaking out from her behind.
“Shouldn’t you clean that up?”
“No.” Ann got on her feet and rummaged in her purse to get this over with and claim her prize. “I like it like that ”
“Besides, I’m not going to be running around as Ann for much longer.” Ann pulled out the skinsuit and aimed it at Markus
“Sorry, “boss”, but Ann’s been replaced, and you’re next” She glared at him. She should have shot him right there but perhaps his squirming could be entertaining.
“What the hell?” Markus looked at his secretary with confusion, as the smile on her face unsettled him. “Are you yapping about?”
“Oh, let me show you…” With her free hand, Ann reached under her chin, digging into the skin with her nails and pulling until the Ann mask ripped from her face. The Goth girl flashed another smug grin, this time with her “true” face
“Call for help and I shoot.” Markus could barely believe what was happening. He was horrified, shocked…intrigued AND aroused.
“Who the hell are you, what do you want?” Markus asked in anger, before it turned to desire. “And why is it so god damned sexy to see a wrong face on Ann’s body!” He examined the mask that “Ann” held in her hand, then back at the somewhat chubby looking face of the stranger on top of the body of his secretary.
“I’m here to take your body just like I did to this stupid bimbo secretary of yours.” The Goth face on top of Ann’s body licked her lips. “Famous heir boy..ha, i’l never again have to put in the effort ever again!”
“It’s not like that at all, I’ve worked hard to earn this.”
She laughed sarcastically, not noticing that Markus had grabbed his fancy looking pen in his hand. “You grew up in a fucking mansion, surrounded by fucking servants feeding you fucking caviar! You have never had to struggle in your fucking life you stupid, spoilt brat! But don’t you worry, I’ll enjoy your life for you.”
Markus sized her up and then took his chance, throwing the pen at her forehead with all his might. It took her off guard, slamming into her forehead and spreading ink all over. She flinched, and he moved up, leaping from his chair. In one motion he approached, pushed the gun aside with one hand and with the other delivered an adrenaline powered punch to her face. He watched her skin move in an unnatural fashion before sliding back into place. Undaunted, she tried to shoot him as it turned into a wrestling bout over the gun. For a moment they were evenly matched, struggling to gain dominance over the other.
With a big smile on her face she kneed him in the balls. Markus wheezed, his strength faltering for a moment.
“Pathetic little rich boy, you…” The sadistic smile on her face faded away to one of concern as she stared down Markus who had a look of pure murder in his eyes. With a new burst of strength he pulled her close, pinning her into place. He lifted her up, off balance and then slammed her on the ground on her back like something out of the WWE.
As she hit the ground her grip on the gun slipped and it stumbled out of her hand out of reach. When she tried to reach for it and finish him off Markus had plenty of time to kick her in the shoulder as hard as he properly could. She struggled to grab it when the second kick made her fall on her back.
She got back up, only to see Markus standing there with the gun aimed at her, finger on the trigger.
Okay, bitch, I don’t know who you are, or what you are, but you’re going to answer all my questions or I’m pulling the trigger.”
The goth on top of Ann’s body couldn’t help but notice that Markus had quite a bulge down below, hoping to use that against him later on.
“You don’t even know what that gun does, fool.”
“Tell me, then.”
The Goth seemed defiant until Markus fired the gun at an angle clearly meant to miss her. The ray hit a nearby chair and did nothing.
“Some kind of…laser…” Markus aimed back at The Goth. “So it doesn’t matter if I shoot you with it, eh? Now tell me what it does before I try it on you.”
She was silent, considering her options. Another beam shot by, this time almost hitting her
“Fuck! Okay…okay, it turns anyone you shoot into a skin you can wear.” She grumbled.
“…so you…you shot Ann..and you’re wearing her right now?” The bulge down below seemed to grow just a bit more as Markus spoke those words.
“Yes.”
Markus used his free hand to scratch his hair. So many thoughts and ideas were running through his head….and quite a few horny ones included.
“And you wanted to…shoot me and become me?”
“Yeah, dipshit.”
Another silence fell.
“So now what?” The goth barked at him.
“Bring Anna back. Stop pretending to be her, right now!”
Markus’s eyes flashed to the monitor on his right showing the security footage of the approach to his office.
“Crap, I don’t have time for this.” He could see two people approaching his office, arriving shortly And here he was pointing a strange gun at the woman who was now impersonating his secretary with clear signs of a struggle.
“Put her face back on, stand right next to my desk and be quiet.”
“You aren’t serious…” Markus fired another warning shot.
“Fine!” The Goth lifted the Ann mask up and over her head. With a quick movement the face crumpled and distorted into its place. With a look of utter fascination Markus saw the face and body merge and meld into one. Ann was back…but this time he knew just who she really was.
“You’re going to be Ann for a moment longer. And if you do anything I WILL end you, understood?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Just be quiet, thieving bitch.”
Markus glared as he sat down at his desk, lowering the arm holding the gun below his desk, forever pointing at his secretary standing a few metres to the right of him.
Moments later two men in matching suits came in. “Johnson, Gitelli, what can I do for you today?” Markus used his free hand to wave, and Ann sheepishly joined in to try and mock Markus.
“We need you to sign off on the latest proposal of the front facade for the Marmington complex.”
“I’m really busy today, just put it on my desk and let me evaluate it later.”
The other man put down a few papers, laying them out wide. Markus reached for a bit and glanced it before his eyes locked back on Anm
“Are you alright, sir?” Gittelli picked upon the tension in the room.
“Yes. Now get out.”
“Yes sir, have a nice day.”
“Bye Ann!”
There was no response from her.. As the door closed behind them Markus immediately continued his interrogation of his false secretary.
“How do you do the voice?”
“It’s in the mask, stupid. It’s not just some recreation of a person, it is the person.” Ann built up a bit of courage to pull her business jacket and shirt open, flashing her boobs.
“ I am Ann, in everything. I have her memories, her thoughts, her subtle body language, her subconscious…all at my command.”
Markus’s eyes strayed for a moment, but then regained focus. “Using her body won’t help your case.”
“You know you want to get some more of your sexy sexy secretary, don’t you? I can clearly see you want me.” She winked.
Ann squeezed her breasts, rubbing in circles as her nipples pressed outwards as much as they could. Another near miss shot got her to stop.
“You’re not getting out of this. Now, here’s what we’ll do. You’re going to walk in front of me, heading down to my private garage.”
“Screw you, I’m not doing any of that. Im going to scream you raped me, and then sue you for all you’ve got as innocent victim Ann Summers.” She started crying on the spot, acting as if she was in despair.
“Markus Creneth beat me up and then abused me, he said he was so rich that he never faced any consequences! It was horrific!”
Markus was taken aback by her acting talent. On a fly she switched back to her defiant self, her tears drying up.
“I am going to destroy you, bastard, and I won’t…”
This time, he didn’t miss, striking his secretary in the chest. To his shock she plummeted to the ground in a pile of skin and clothes.
“Jesus…jesus!” Markus looked around in a bit of shock before grabbing a bag and stuffing the creepy empty skin into it. On his phone, he called his personal driver.
“I need to get home…right now. As soon as you can.”
With the bag tightly clutched he entered his private elevator and hit the button labelled garage.
———————
Markus entered the halls of his luxurious mansion, his own home. Even though he knew there was no one there but him he was on edge, rushing off to his bedroom, closing the blinds and locking the door. Cautiously he lifted the empty skin of his secretary from the bag.
“Incredible…” he muttered. As he glanced at it he noticed a bit of hair hanging from her throat. He reached into her mouth, grabbing hold of something and tugged at it. The deflated empty skin of the chubby goth girl that had stolen the life of his secretary was pulled from within.
“There we go…wait…hmm…” To his surprise there was another skin within her as well. From within he pulled out the skin of a different woman. She was much shorter than either of them and her skin was somewhat pale. Her red hair was voluminous and wild even though it was now attached to part of her skin.
As he looked over the rest of the empty skinsuit it struck her how she seemed to lack any and all cleavage or shape, being as flat as a board. She was completely naked as he lay her down next to the other two skinsuits.
“Okay…so where’s the next layer?” As much as he tried, it didn’t seem to go deeper than this short, flat, redhead girl.
He thought about it for a moment and then remembered what “Ann” had said about actually being able to read her memories. If he could…put on her face for a bit he perhaps figured out anything about her.
“Is there some sort of zipper or..” As he touched the back of her hair the skin split open on its own.
“Wow…” cautiously Markus lifted up the skinsuit by its head, looking through the empty eyeholes of the mask.
He paused…and then pulled it over his own head. As he pulled it into place it suddenly became one with him, changing his face to hers as it shrank slightly. In a bit of panic he tried to pull it off but it only stretched unnaturally. He let go and it slammed him in the face taking its full form. His eye colour shifted from light brown to an icy blue.
“Oh my God…oh my God!” A female voice emerged from Markus’ feminine lips. He glanced in the mirror to see the face of a redheaded girl on top of his male body with her skin limply hanging in front of him.
“I can’t believe it…” He could feel himself get aroused at the view. “Why is this so sexy? Am I a…crossdresser?” He had never thought about it but now suddenly it seemed incredibly interesting to him. Yet the reality of the situation came back to him and he took a moment to concentrate.
“Memories…memories…let’s see who you are.”
He started to reach into her past…and soon wished he had not done that at all.
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Andrea Lencroft came to her senses surrounded in warmth and softness. Disoriented and confused, the redheaded woman opened her eyes to an unfamiliar room.
“What…” She glanced down to find herself lacking breasts, but in fact in her disgustingly small and flat real body. As he tried to get up her hand was pulled back and she found out that one of her arms had been chained to the bed.
“You…you bastard!” She lunged forward to no avail at Markus who sat on the far end of the bed. “How dare you turn me into a suit! How dare you!”
She was going to scream and shout with all her might but something caught her completely off guard. He had won, locked her up and taken her skinsuit gun and as much as she was looking for a way to escape, she was completely at his mercy.
And yet here he sat, staring off into the distance looking depressed. The look on his face was truly sad, and it confused the hell out of her.
“What are you moping about, idiot?”
“You were right.”
“Of course I was.” She paused, and narrowed her eyes. “About what?”
“My dad never beat me for no reason. I always had enough to eat… I didn’t have to go around scamming people as a kid to scrape together a meal. I didn’t have to seduce random men to try and rob their wallets while they slept…”
“You suited as me…HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!”
“Just the face. I’ve seen enough though, Andrea.”
Her name. Her real name that she had ran away for two years now. She had been switching between bodies, looting, stealing, ruining the lives of her victims without a bit of regret. For the first time since so long, she was herself. The short, unattractive body that she so despised, chained to a bed completely helpless and ugly.
He glanced at her. Markus was conflicted about her. On the one hand, she tried to steal his life and clearly had potential to be dangerous. On the other…she was fascinating. Interesting. His day went from a boring routine fest to a deeply shocking, interesting turn to…this. If he could somehow…fix her, then…
“I want to help you.”
“Give me a billion dollars then, and my gun back too! And let me go, damn it!”
Markus looked at her, sitting there still trying to get out of the handcuffs. He put the gun aside, far out of her reach as he approached her. He had no idea what he was doing, and yet…he did it
She instinctively tried to back up but had nowhere to go. Markus looked her in the eyes, and smiled.
“You have a pretty face, Andrea.”
“W-what?” She froze.
He leaned in, and kissed her on the mouth, arms embracing her and just gently rubbing her body softly. He could feel her go practically limp in his arms, her eyes suddenly open wide staring at him. Very slowly her arms wrapped around him and the two hugged.
He pulled back slightly to look her in the eyes. She was shocked that this man…this rich spoiled bastard cared about her. Her real self, her real body, and not the stolen bodies that she usually inhibited.
“B…b…but why? I…”
“I think…I think you’re lonely. And sad. And…well…interesting.” That was an understatement. Everything about her seemed to pull him in even though he actually should have made sure to see her arrested for what she tried to do to him…and had done to others. The truth was that Markus was on his own as well. Sure, he had his work and his family, but not any friends of notice…or a girl. He used to…but that’s a story for another day.
“So…how about I help you, Andrea?”
Her look was locked on him. “If you want to help me, give me my skinsuits back, I don’t want to be like this.”
“You…ripped off Ann’s face…”
“Yes.”
“How about I give you her skinsuit…minus the face.”
“Absolutely not, absolutely not!” She found a little bit of fire in herself. “I don’t want to!”
Markus reached for the skinsuit of Ann, first carefully tugging and then slowly ripping off the mask. He handed it to Andrea, watching her slip her feet into the suit and then the rest of the body. Watching her transform from her small body to Ann’s much more impressive one. Almost then. With one arm still attached to the bedpost, she glanced at him without saying a word.
Markus glanced back, paused, and reached underneath the bed to open a small safe, putting the skinsuit gun inside it and applying both locks. Another pause followed as the two of them stared at each other.
And then, he moved in, reached into his pocket and undid her handcuffs. Still on edge, he stepped back to let Andrea finish her transformation. The other hand slipped into the skinsuit and it seemed to completely merge with Andrea’s face to the point where it was barely visible that they had been two different parts.
“Can I get my face, please?”
“No.” Markus could feel himself get hard at the incredibly attractive woman standing before him…mixed in with the fact that she was wearing a disguise. “I want you like this.” He lowered his pants, showing it off to her. “I want you.”
Andrea stared at him. A single glance to the exit…and then she focussed in on his cock. She smiled before the two of them embraced, hugged, and started up their first of thousands of nights of passionate lovemaking.
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