Two women entered Amelia’s closet, a local clothes store. Even though they were very attractive, each in a different way. On the left a supermodel type figure with blonde hair and a very thin waist flanked by a more plump buxom latina woman. Even from across the store the clerk could sense this odd vibe coming off them though that caused her to brace herself mentally for whatever may come.
“Hi, welcome to Amelia’s closet, how can I help you?”
“I’m a woman!” The latina spoke up. Her companion immediately began to snicker at him which got her to give her a death glare.
“Very convincing, dipshit.”
“Whatever! We need some womens sports clothes for sports, please.”
The clerk did a visible double take in disbelief before motioning towards the sports section of the store.
“Thanks.”
From a distance, the clerk kept an eye on the two of them as they picked out clothes for themselves. The white woman seemed to just rudely grab a bunch of different clothes while the other seemed simply confused, getting a few things. Then the two of them headed into the same changing room. The moment it was closed Serenity had wrapped her arms around Marque and embraced her tightly, squeezing their chests together and kissing each other passionately.
Marque pulled away. “Not in public, really.”
“Oh I’ve been staring at those titties for ages, why wouldn’t I take my time to enjoy them?” Serenity lifted up her shirt and buried her face in between Marque’s mounds.
“Okay, i’ll do you in the car, dear, before we head off to the gym to pick up a guy. Come on, I want to get this over with, being a woman in public is so awkward. People are staring at my tits and…”
Serena glanced at Marque, confused. “Why would you not want people to stare at you? Watching them be jealous…envious, or the guys who imagine fucking you raw when they first see you!”
“Sssht, keep your voice down. I’ll explain in the car, alright let’s just rush to fit these clothes and shoes and get out.”
“Deal.” With a bit of touching more Serena let go. They both picked out clothes and tried them on, settling on a full outfit for both with shoes included. As they stepped out with the clothes they had selected the clerk was standing there glancing at them with a look of subtle distrust. Marque and Serena handed over the clothes and Marque pulled out her credit card to pay.
“That will be 1280 dollars, please.”
When the transaction completed she noticeably calmed down a bit and packed the shoes and the outfits in four plastic bags. As they stepped out Marque noticed that Serena looked rather pensive for a moment.
“Hmm?”
“Twelve hundred and eighty dollars. That’s much more than I ever owned as myself. It’s strange to buy things and not have to scam and steal to get them.”
Marque put her hand on Serena’s shoulder. “When youre with me, you wont ever need to worry about money again. In fact, I’ll give you an allowance of 20.000$ a month.” Her tone turned more seriously. “But if you think you can milk me for money you have got another thing coming.”
“Oooh, you’re so sexy when you get dominant.” Serna leaned in for a kiss. “But i’d rather milk you for something else.”
Marque smiled. “All Right. Now let’s go get ourselves a gym bro suit.”
“After we fuck.”
“Yes yes, absolutely dear.” There was a big smile on her face. All of this was so exciting to him, and the concept of becoming someone else definitely seemed to be a fetish that he had just never realised before. And with her, everything just became so much more exciting.
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The two of them walked up the entrance of Premium Fitness, a place in a more well off section of the city. A large, well lit and clean place with a bouncer up front. Of course, being two highly attractive women he let them in without issue, not even questioning the fact that one of them was carrying a surprisingly duffel bag. When they came up to the man working the front desk he paused for a short moment.
“Good afternoon, do you have a subscription to Premium Fitness or are you looking to join our exclusive Gym club subscription and earn benefits for….”
“Yeah, we’re members, here’s our credentials.” Marque glanced at Serena with a bit of a whimsical smile as she reached into her purse and pulled out a wad of 100$ bills, measuring it out to about 2000$ and placed it on the counter.
The guy’s eyes went wide, and he paused for a moment.
‘That’s for you. Take it or leave it.”
Quickly he scooped up the bills and stuffed them in his pocket while opening the electronically operated door to the sports complex.
“Women’s changing rooms are to your right.”
“Thank you.”
With bags in hand they headed into the luxurious looking marble room with lockers, showers, and a few people in the middle of getting dressed. Both women entered, gathering a few looks from people there. The two of them glanced at each other before getting down to getting changed themselves. At one point, Marque had to subtly slap away a hand from Serena who wanted to touch her ass. Luckily, no one seemed to pay attention (or care). Marque pulled out the slightly goofy skinsuit gun and slipped it in her pocket
Meanwhile, Serena had already finished, wearing a light blue sporting outfit that showed off a lot of skin. She played with her hair a bit, glancing in the mirror with a big smile on her face.
“God, I love being pretty.”
“Andrea, come on, let’s go.” Marque tapped her shoulder slightly.
“Allright, let’s go fishing.”
“That’s what you call it?”
“Oh yeah.” The two of them walked back out, Marque staring around. “We need to figure out a plan.”
“I’m sexier than you, so I’ll be the bait and you’ll be the…hook. So, you let me do my thing, I’ll pick out a guy and lure him to that corner…” She pointed towards a dark corner underneath a nearby stairwell. “And then you hook him.” Serena touched Marque’s crotch. “Simple as.”
“Allright, that works.”
“Just keep your distance from me.” Serena leaned in to whisper in her ear, groping one of her breasts. “And I will show you the female side of sex and all it’s pleasure.”
Serena let go and headed to the gym floor where all the workout machines stood. Marque kept her within her sight but kept her distance. To fit in she mounted one of the many treadmills and put it on a low setting. She tried to go a bit higher but found that her current body’s massive breasts would start swaying harder and harder. A bit self conscious she glanced around finding that only one guy was staring at her. He looked pretty generic caucasian with his hair, slightly overweight but nothing too bad. To her dismay, he was approaching, getting on the treadmill next to her, partially blocking her view of Serena who was talking to some buff looking guy in an black shirt and tie combo
“Hi, I’m Roger…you come here often.”
“Eh, no, never really.” Marque glanced past him to try and keep an eye on him. Andrea was doing good work, smiling and giggling, seeming totally into him.
“So what’s your name, girl?”
“Look, guy, can you look at me? I’m way out of your league, and I’m busy, please go away.”
“Fucking arrogant bitch.” He turned around, huffed and left. “Jackass” Marque whispered under his breath. He had been used to being in the centre of attention but this certainly was something different. To her relief, Serena had most definitely ensnared the guy. They walked past Marque toward the changing rooms and now she got a better look of their target. A man of Chinese descent, average height and dark hair in a kind of spiky getup dressed in all black. His body was most definitely highly athletic, showing the result of years of constant and proper exercise and training, bulging with muscles but not to such an extreme that you could start thinking of steroids.
He made a joke and she laughed at it. Marque couldn’t tell that it was insincere even though she was sure that it was. There was only a short glance back in her direction to confirm that Marque was following before she went back to full charming mode, even putting a hand on his shoulder and whispering in his ear.
“What a woman…” Marque muttered to herself as they walked past the entrance. The two up ahead slipped under the remote spot under the stairs, the signal for Marque to reach into her pants and pull out the skinsuit gun. Turning the corner she could see the two of them making out, Serena deliberately leaning against the wall so the guys back was turned. Marque fired one shot, hitting him straight in the back. He plummeted to the ground, his skin rapidly deflating into a pile of skin and clothes.
“Good job, now stand watch while I put him on.”
“What, that wasn’t the plan at all!”
“Don’t draw attention, I’ll be quick.”
“Fine.”
Serena rushed through the process of stripping the skinsuit out of its clothes, taking only a short moment to examine his deflated cock noting that it was of a decent size, if paling in comparison to Markus like most men. She dragged a line across his back watching it slide open. Without getting out of her clothes Serena pushed both feet into the suit, working up the well toned calves up her body until she pushed her vagina against the back of his cock. The two rapidly merged even though she didn’t wait for it, continuing on to press her cleavage into his chest, feeling it compress and flatten only to push back outwards in quite a different way.
Her feminine hands slipped into his much bigger, rugged ones, and without even waiting for her arms to transform she slipped the mask over her head, pushing down her hair and with the other pulling it over herself until the back of his neck made contact with the rest of the skinsuit. Covered in half darkness the transformation from woman into man completed itself.
The new man got dressed, picking up his phone and slipping it in his pocket. He stepped out of the spandrel to glare at Marque who stood opposite him. For a moment, Marque was a bit concerned that he had somehow restored himself and was back to get even at her before the guy smiled at her in a way he instantly recognized as Andrea, even though she now inhabited a much different body.
“Meet Zhao Lang, second generation Chinese-American , fitness freak….and the man who’s about to fill you up.”
“Not here, not here. We got him, let’s go home.You grab his things, I’ll grab ours and we’ll meet at the exit alright?”
“Fine, fine.” He grabbed his crotch slightly before heading off to the mens changing room. Just like with the women, he enjoyed the view of quite a few naked guys in the middle of changing as he got to it himself, idly going through Zhao’s memories but finding nothing much of interest to Andrea. As he walked out, Marque was there waiting for him. Hand in hand, the two of them walked out towards the rather expensive looking car and got in. Marque took the while but first took a moment to exhale and breathe. “We did it…we did it.”
Zhao sat next to her, touching his body with one hand and boldly having his cock hanging out of her pants. “He’s pretty good, though I’ve been better men before.”
“Oh God, Andrea, we’re still in public!”
“Drive us home then.” He glanced at her, beginning to stroke himself.
“You aren’t seriously going to masturbate in the car are you?”
“Oh yeah. Definitely.”
“Just…not against the windshield. Or on me.”
“Yeah yeah, just go.”
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Marque parked the car in front of the entrance to the mansion, glancing at Zhao whom sat next to her, noticeably still erect and dripping.
“Can you put that away please?”
“Is there anyone here?”
“No, but…”
“Good.” Zhao grabbed her by her elbow and pushed her against the car.
“What are you DOING!”
He slapped her ass loudly, keeping her pinned down while with the other hand pulling down her pants. Zhao could see clear signs of Marque’s arousal in the stains on her panties. As he pulled it down he pushed her even forward, his mighty new body easily overpowering her.
“Showing you how it’s done.” Zhao repositioned himself and then rammed his cock into Marque’s dripping pussy. She gasped, signing and breathing loudly at how great it all felt to her. Her inner walls on fire, the sensation of Zhao overpowering her and all these feminine sensations running through her body. All of it was incredible, new and exciting to Markus
“God…Goddd….” She almost went cross eyes as Andrea made the most of Zhao’s body. Her breasts pressed against the bonnet while Zhao continued to pound her and at the same time held her pinned in place. Zhao glanced at the skinsuit gun for a moment, lying on the floor not much more than a metre away. It really would not have been hard to nab it and zap her. But Zhao shook his head, preferring much more to reach around and began to play with Marque’s tits. She had long ago stopped trying to get out of it, thoroughly enjoying herself.
“Oooh, oh, that’s good, that’s…something, I don’t I don’t even…” The climax was sudden, and loud as Marque properly came to the sensation of Zhao pounding away. She basically went limp, tits pressing against the bonnet as Zhao continued until he too climaxed, shooting his load inside her with a manly roar. “YES!” After finishing completely, he stepped back, leaving Marque bent over the front end of the car with her pussy dripping with semen trying to recompose herself.
He struck a few many poses appreciating his body. “It’s been a while since I’ve been a real masculine man, but it feels great to feel this big. In fact…” Zhao walked over to Marque and lifted her up in his arms. It wasn’t as easy as he expected but he pulled it off without too much problems. Marque leaned in to kiss him and he responded with a tender tongue kiss.
“This is so incredible, I can’t believe how good all of this feels. I’ve never wanted to be a woman before, but now…”
“I actually had something else in mind, but first, to the bedroom.” Zhao kept Marque in his arms while walking all the way to the elevator on the ground floor. When he reached the bedroom he placed her down on the bed.
“Undress. Completely, it won’t work if you’ve got clothes on. I think.”
“Some new trick then, Andrea?” Marque got completely naked, enticingly touching her crotch that continued to leak with Zhao’s semen.
“Yeah. Put your thumb on your head, press down, hold it there.”
“What?”
“Do it.”
“Okay, okay..” Marque compiled while looking slightly awkward at the naked, muscle bound man in front of him, seemingly rock hard at all times. “Is this some sort of joke, I don’t f-” Her voice died away into nothing as she suddenly split in half, a big wedge forming running from her forehead down to her crotch. Like a shell opening itself to reveal Markus lying within the empty skin. “Whoa…”
“It’s an easy way to get out of the suits. I don’t know why they are like that, they just…do that.”
Zhao tugged at the suit of Marque and tossed it aside. “So tell me, Markus, have you ever been with a man before?”
“No…I mean, I know I’m bisexual, but I prefer women generally speaking. But the idea that you’re…under him, suited as him just turns me on so much.” Zhao crawled onto the bed, leaning down to lick Markus’s cock, stroking it until he was hard.
“Good.” Zhao sat down on Markus’ chest, leaning down and kissed Markus on the cheek. Repositioning his ass he slid down on his erection. Sitting down he began to ride Markus. He reached out for his neck with one hand, fingers digging into the skin to part it, ripping off the mask of Zhao to reveal Serena.
“Not quite…not quite.” Another unmasking, and suddenly Markus was being ridden by his secretary on top of a muscular male body. Ann stroked her cock slightly. “How does this look, boss?”
“Surreal…but damned if it doesn’t feel good.”
“Oh I agree, Mr Creneth. Certainly makes for a much more interesting secretary than the real thing, eh?”
“That’s why I hired you, Ann. At least I don’t have to masturbate in my private bathroom any more, I can just get the real thing. Zhao’s cock seemed to twitch even more as Ann continued to use her body’s stamina to keep it going. Another reach to her neck revealed her true face, on top of the body of Zhao. Andrea leaned forward, using one hand to touch Markus’s chest, the pale skin of her face contrasting with Zhao’s slightly darker features…on top of being a woman’s face on a male body.
“Allright, now you do your thing.” Andrea lifted herself off his cock, sitting back down with his cock hanging down and his ass jutted out backwards. Excitedly, Markus sat up putting both hands on Andrea’s male ass and tugged it wide. Penetrating inside with vigor, he began to get to work stimulating his partner. Andrea’s hair went wild, moving back and forth with every thrust. She reached down to start masturbating, her face blushing, flush with excitement and pleasure.
Markus pushed further and further, harder and harder until he shot his load deep inside Zhao/Andrea’s ass. Andrea began laughing as she climaxed as well, Zhao’s cock squirting quite a load of cum on the sheets. Andrea turned around with a big unshakable smile on her face as she embraced Markus, awkwardly smushing both of their cocks together.
“That was amazing!”
“I agree…but man, I need a bit of a break.”
“Post climax nap….that’s a men only thing. Come on.” The two of them crawled under the sheets, eyes locked on each other as Andrea practically wrapped herself around him, placing her head on his chest.
“Did you have more specific plans, dear?”
“We’ll switch suits, so you can be Zhao and I’ll be Marque. Just rip off the suit’s cock and fit your own in there, that will do much better.” Markus could feel a finger be dragged along his cock underneath the sheets. “And after that…lots, and lots of sex.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Markus kissed her on the cheek.
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So the week passed by, with both having the time of their life. A few more suits were acquired via fishing via both tinder and grindr, but seeing as they could easily turn into an extremely muscular, handsome man and a highly attractive escort it went by pretty easy. But the more they started to build up a collection of suits, the more the disturbing undertones of it all were getting to Markus. This was now becoming…well, a group of kidnapped people that just disappeared. This was…ethically very questionable…to say the least. Working together, they started stealthily returning people back from being skinsuits and slipping some money in their pockets. It had become a good effort to simply check their memories and bring them home.
By the end, and to Andrea’s dismay, the only suit they had was that of Ann. For now, that was the best solution even though Andrea continued to complain about her “mediocre tits” for quite a while. But, as his secretary she could follow him around all day and spend lots of time for personal meetings. She did a sloppy job at the actual job, but the “extras” were fantastic. Often, they would hire escorts for suiting, going out in public as women, or men, or whatever they wanted to be at the moment. But the clash between them continued, as Andrea wanted more, more suits, more forms, more people to be while Markus was struggling with the ethical side. Both of them were deeply in love with each other, but this was beginning to become a sore spot for sure.
But then, a breakthrough occurred. On one of those public parties Markus had to attend for socialising and making connections he got to talking with an interesting group of women. The evening was for a meeting between scientists and potential patrons for further development. Flanked by his secretary in a cocktail dress (who was bored out of her mind, though the vibrator in hidden in both her holes helped alleviate some of the boredom) he walked up to the next stand.
“Deeper Neurological Analysis Machine. Hmmm..”
Three women stood ready next to some sort of medical device attached to a chair.
In the middle stood a blonde haired woman dressed in a fine business suit wearing high heeled boots with a very focussed, concentrated look on her face. To her left was an African American woman, with a long braid of hair running down her back. Her glasses were quite large for her size while she wore a lab coat and what looked to be sneakers. Markus noted that she had quite a bust as well. To the right was another woman in a lab coat, caucasian, with long brown hair running both sides. From the quick glance, she seemed to be quite athletic.
“Welcome, welcome.” The blonde haired woman nodded. “I am Elizabeth Hornswoggle, and these are my companions Sheena Whitlock.” She motioned to the left. “And this is dr. Evelina Ramponi.”
“Markus Creneth, and my personal assistant, Ann Summers.”
Markus slightly frowned at the sound of Elizabeth’s last name but made no comment. “This is our combined creation, the Deeper Neurological Analysis Machine, or DNAM. It seeks to long term revolutionise mental health through a better and more thorough understanding of the brain and its patterns.”
“Hmm, so what’s new about it?”
Miss Whitlock spoke up “Our machine is much more accurate then other such devices out there. While we can’t yet read thoughts, we can make out a lot throughout the patterns.”
Markus narrowed his eyes and stroked his chin. “Can you demonstrate it.”
“Of course…I can…”
“No, not, you, try my secretary Ann.”
“Hmm?”
“Give it a shot, why don’t you?”
Ann shrugged nonchalantly, sitting down in the chair. “Sure, boss.”
Sheena stood by to check the machine that looked somewhat like one of those massive salon hair drying machines. On the opposite end, Elizabeth and Evelina took up position behind a computer screen. An image of a brain came up on the screen. Evelina began to speak and point out patterns, but as she pointed out a specific blob she suddenly stopped talking.
“Oh.”
“What? What?”
“Eh. These specific patterns here indicate….” She coughed. “Arousal.”
Elizabeth looked like she was about to flip out but kept it contained for now. But when Markus chuckled all tension was gone. “Ah, I see it works then. Interesting.” Ann got up out of the chair, immediately heading back to stand right next to Markus. He glanced to the device once again, and then at the three of them. All three of them seemed to be somewhat tense, hoping for a positive response that could hopefully secure them funding for their research.
“I’m willing to make you an offer.” Sheena let out an excited “Yesss!” which caught Markus off guard. “For your services.” The three seemed a bit hesitant.” Markus grabbed one of his business cards, writing down the address to his mansion.
“Tomorrow. 10 o’clock, on the dot. We’ll talk more there.” Confidently he held out the card, and Elizabeth grabbed it.
“Come on, Ann, let’s go.”
Credit to her, Andrea knew when to speak and when to stay quiet. She waited until they were well outside of the hearing range of the three scientists. “Okay, what the hell was that about Markus?”
“Maybe those three can reverse engineer the gun, find out what makes it tick. And from there…who knows.”
“Heh. I suppose. By the way, I think I saw a broom closet that way.”
Markus glanced at his false secretary and smiled. “I guess I can make some time for that, sure.”
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Markus could see that the three women were in awe of his mansion. The three of them were sitting in his sitting room, seemingly somewhat on edge. Ann had gotten each of them some coffee, and they were making some small talk about the mansion to try and have them relax a bit more.
“Well then, how about we get to business?”
“Certainly.” Elizabeth was the one doing most of the talking, and Markus quickly identified her as the businesswoman as opposed to her two scientist companions. The other two seemed to be on edge, unsure about anything.
“Before we continue, I need all of you to sign this.” Elizabeth stiffened immediately. “I’m willing to provide some information before the actual NDA’s kick in.”
“We are not signing this.” Elizabeth resolutely pushed the papers back across the table in a defiant way. “This is not an employment contract, and you can not enforce this.” She seemed about ready to leave.
“I hold a very, very special technology. I need you to find out what it actually is, what it can do, and how to replicate it. In return, I will provide you with all the funding you need, a steady paycheck, and your own offices. Plus, a bonus for continued silence about the project. Now, you sign this, and you’re free to watch the mind blowing demonstration and then leave. Or, you don’t sign this, and you walk out of here missing out on something incredibly special. The only thing I need is to know that you three won’t be able to talk about it, that is the only condition specified here.
The three of them attentively read the papers.
“So, this…technology, what makes you think it’s so impressive?”
Markus leaned back. “It does the impossible. I have no…real other words for it. Hence this precaution.”
Elizabeth seemed hesitant, but the two others seemed too curious to let go. Sheena signed first, the rest following not long afterwards. Markus checked for a second, signed each of the three papers as well, and put them away.
“Andrea, they signed.”
“I thought her name was Ann.” Evelina noted.
“Well remembered.” Markus nodded. “But that’s not my personal assistant, that’s someone else.”
Ann started to tug at her neck, reaching deeper into her skin, and with both hands wrapping underneath to pull up and separate Ann’s face from her head. Underneath, Andrea glanced at the three of them with a big smile holding up the Ann mask.
The three of them were floored. Stunned.
“So, if you wear this mask, or this suit.” Markus motioned at Ann’s body “You become the person, perfectly. Can even get their memories.” He grabbed the mask, and started slipping it over his face. To the sheer astonishment her face started to shift the moment it made contact with the skin of Ann’s face.
“And that’s how it works.” Ann used Markus’s hands to motion towards her face. “Got her voice, got her memories, got all of it.”
“What the fuck.” The words fell out of Elizabeth’s mouth while the other two women seemed deeply intrigued by the demonstration.
“Try it yourselves.” Ann leaned back and ripped her own face off again handing the mask to Sheena. “It works on anyone, and everyone.”
“This can’t be real, this…” Sheena touched the mask, glancing at the inside with an analytical look. She turned it around, cautiously repositioning it so that the empty neck hole hung over her head. Slowly she lowered it down, feeling the strange skin suddenly stick to her own, the shape of her head shifting to go along with the mask.
“Oh my fucking God!” Ann spoke up, her caucasian face now sitting on top of a very ebony body, making both parts look mismatched. “Oh my God!”
“And it’s all because of this.” Markus pulled out the skinsuit gun from the suitcase. Grey, metallic and oddly shaped, it most definitely resembled a children’s toy. “This is a skinsuit gun. When you pull the trigger, it turns a person into a skinsuit.” He pointed it at Andrea “Do you mind, dear?”
Andrea glared at him. “Put me back right away, and don’t you dare let anyone wear me.”
“I promise it to you, dear.”
The beam struck her square in the chest, Andrea having been turned into a skin before she hit the ground.
“There you go, from a person, into a skinsuit, back into a person.” Markus zapped the skinsuit again and within a few seconds Andrea gasped for a bit of breath, getting back up. She checked her watch, finding that no time had passed.
“Thank you, dear.”
“No problem, dear.”
Markus put the gun on the table.
“I need you to reverse engineer this, find out how to make skin suits without them having to be real people.”
The three of them were whispering to each other in hushed tones, Sheena having completely forgotten that she was wearing the Ann mask right now in the moment of excitement.
“We need some time to discuss this in private.”
“There’s an unused room over there, take all the time you need.” They got up, only to have Andrea stop Sheena. “Hey, give me my face back.”
“Oh! Oh, that’s right, how do I take this off?”
“Just reach in your neck, tug, and think of yourself.”
It took a moment, but eventually Sheena managed to get the mask off. Andrea nabbed it from her hand and immediately put it back on.
She sat down next to Markus, immediately grabbing his hand and leaning on his shoulder. Markus had gotten used to the degree of touching that Andrea so craved, something he chalked up to a serious lack of affection when she was young. She could be quite…something, but he was now able to see the more vulnerable side of her. There was this desperate need in her eyes, to be loved and appreciated by him. Towards others, she was mostly rude and stand-offish unless she pulled out her deceptive charms to gain an advantage. But when it came to him, it was sincere love or obsession, perhaps even worship.
“How did it go, what do you think dear?”
“I’m sure it will be fine. We got the NDA’s, and they seemed fascinated by it so I think we stand a good chance for them taking the project.” She hugged him, and he hugged her back. A few minutes later the door opened, and Ann immediately pulled back, doing her best to look official. The three of them sat back down again, this time Evelina spoke up.
“This technology, incredible as it may be, has incredible ethical implications attached to it. If we are to agree to work on this, we need to know what you will be using it for.”
Markus nodded and paused. He considered his options for a moment, thinking of what was best to say.
“Sex.”
“I want to be able to have her transform into different people for me, and then be able to fuck them all.” Markus wrapped an arm around Ann. “And I want to do that as well. I need a collection of skinsuits that we can entertain ourselves with.”
The three were taken slightly aback.
“That’s where the NDA is actually for. If you told people I had this tech they wouldn’t believe you, but I can’t have people starting up sexual rumours about me as true as they may be. So, you provide me with ethical skinsuits, that is, fabricated ones in stead of real people, and I and my girlfriend will be using them purely for sex and amusement.”
“Girlfriend?” Ann glanced at him, caught off guard.
“Yeah.” He kissed her on the cheek. “My girlfriend.”
Ann blushed, immediately placing one hand on his crotch while beginning to kiss him
“Ay, ay, easy girl, easy, we need to finish this meeting first, then we’ll go at it.” He turned back to the three women opposite him. “So, for giving us our sexual fantasies, I will make sure that money will never be a concern for any of you again. Provided we get the suits we want, and you keep completely silent about this for the rest of your lives.”
“We will need that in writing.”
“First, I want to see what you can do.” Markus reached into his pocket, handing out what looked to be a gold coated credit card. “I’ve got a few unused rooms where you can set up. You’ll work from here, and if you make good progress, I’ll buy you an entire laboratory. This card should buy you any tools or machines you need. I’ll check the receipts, of course. Make me a suit, and I’ll fund you three for the rest of your lives.”
“How much time do we have?”
“I can wait a bit, but I want to see actual progress within a week or two.”
“Suppose that we can pull this off, what kind of suit were you looking for?”
Ann interrupted before Markus could speak, slapping her own chest. “A suit of me…with much bigger proportions, these tits are just too small”
“We accept your offer.”
Elizabeth checked with her two colleagues before reaching out her hand. Markus shook it with a big smile.
“Now, tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen.”
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The room that was chosen for the start of the project was the old massive cold war bunker structure underneath the mansion that had been built long ago, but with the end of the cold war the inner walls had been stripped out to create a large underground space that in the far end ended up being unused after all that effort put into it. Workstations were set up, and with Markus’s help things got going very quickly. The shell of the gun was opened, and its inner parts started to be analysed. Markus checked in from time to time, but as he was a businessman and not a scientist he couldn’t make much out of it. Though when they asked for a high end 3D printer Markus did get them the very expensive one they asked for. While they waited, Ann and Markus resumed their lives together though now both felt somewhat stuck as themselves while the three scientists were at work.
But when two weeks had passed the final breakthrough had been made.
The skinsuit gun had been disassembled, its parts wired into a central mainframe that Markus had bought them, with a PC on one end and the 3d printer on the other. All of it looking somewhat rough and improvised, Markus had to admit to himself.
“Well, we have been running a few practical tests now, and we are ready to produce the suit you asked.” Evelina motioned at the computer screen that showed a 3d image of Andrea’s head on top of an average caucasian body with a D cup breasts. “Any modifications you like?”
“Bigger tits, taller, bigger ass, longer legs, abs.” Ann barked at them. Evelina glanced at Markus who gave her a nod.
“Full bimbo, that can be sorted.” She got to work altering the parameters transforming the average looking woman into a sex symbol of near impossible proportions. “Like so?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Final check?”
Elizabeth went over the machine and the cables and gave a heads up. “All good here.”
“Executing.” With a big tap of the enter key, the mainframe and 3d printer whirred to life, starting the process. Ann and Markus walked over to see the printer begin to make a humanoid form, and then suddenly with a sudden flash of light the process was complete. There, on top of the printer lay a bimbo sized suit of Andrea. Ann stepped forward, opening the cap and pulling out the suit, touching it in awe.
“Have these been tested?”
The three of them glanced at each other and then at him with a smile. “Yes.” All three reached at their hair, tugging forward, breaking the skin and ripping off their mask.
Sheena was masked as Elizabeth, Evelina as Sheena, and Elizabeth as Evelina.
“Ha. Impressive. Field testing, I see.”
Elizabeth nodded. “We had to try out ourselves, and we know that they are safe.”
“So you each made a skinsuit of yourself. Let me be very, VERY, clear. These skinsuits do NOT leave this mansion unless we are wearing one. This can not get out of here, that’s what I pay you for. Privacy and exclusivity.”
They nodded. “Speaking of, I’ll transfer 10k to your bank accounts as a compliment.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Now, I want you to start producing a bunch of skinsuits. Where do you get the models from?”
“They were already stored inside the gun, actually, we are now able to pull up, modify, and organise them.”
“Okay, good. I want…a bunch of different skinsuits. Give us a bunch of variety to play with. Men, Women. All over 18, adults, is that clear?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Good, no, incredible work. We’ll be back later to pick up the rest of the skinsuits, and I’ll start working on setting up the first draft for your contracts. Welcome to Creneth RnD.” He shook hands with the three of them. When he turned around, Andrea was standing there already done. A naked, amazonian like figure, with her face on top. She was touching her chest and abs ,feeling her round butt and smiling.
“I couldn’t resist…I feel so happy.” She put Markus into a very tight hug, squeezing her massive breasts against him “I’m so happy, so…so..”
“Come on, let’s go find out what the new you can do.” Markus slapped one of her ass cheeks, getting her to giggle as they walked off hand in hand.
Sheena turned to Elizabeth. “Are all wealthy people this eccentric?”
“Behind closed doors, I figure most of them are indeed…odd. There’s no real limits for them, so anything they want, they’ll get. At least he’s paying our bills, and decent about it. Now, let’s start working on a bunch of suits to keep them satisfied. We need to start working on male patterns now, see what kind of mixes we can produce. When they get back, we should have something new to show them.”
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