The young woman moved through the Aerkedai spaceport carrying two heavy bags. Waving through many different people onto the platform where the public transport spaceship would take her to Xemin-Four of the Origuna Belt. Her hair was dyed a furious shade of orange with quite a bit of volume to it, the rather tall woman seemed to be quite a bit lanky. Her breasts were not very impressive, yet on her rear there was plenty to write about…or imagine about. Her bright blue eyes showed a young woman with a whole life ahead of her, perhaps with a bit too much naivete.
Dressed in the latex Neovian street fashion of a mix of light blue leather with what could be described as decorative plating on the left side (as was hip with people her age) she hauled her travel bags with her. Up ahead she could see the elevator leading to the platform as she increased her pace. Sure, she had thirty minutes more, but she hated to be even the slightest bit late.
Yet as she tried to move ahead a woman blocked her path. Her greying hair kept short, wearing the green uniform of all the attendants and support staff that worked at the spaceport. Zorina slowed down and glanced at the woman who had a sign in her hands with her name on it.
“Hi there, are you Zorina Eunhardt?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“I’m Annu Lia Urin of Galaxy Skyway, and I’m here to pick you up. Your aunt has contacted us and chartered you a private transport directly to your destination. If you would please come with me I will help you get to the private access where your chartered spaceflight will be waiting.
“Oh? Really? That’s great, that’s great! If you don’t mind, could you help carry one of my bags, please.”
“ Not a problem.” Anna grabbed one of the bags and led her away from the hustle and bustle of the station to a place that was more off the beaten path.
“ Are you sure we’re going in the right place, it feels very remote.”
“On purpose of course, we don’t want common people to know about the secret access. Passing through the backrooms and service areas, she pointed towards a normal looking door. “No one would ever look here for the most luxurious waiting room, and that is how we like to keep it.”
“ Oh, okay, thank you. Exciting.” As Zorina passed by Annu and headed for the door, Annu reached in her pocket and slipped on a light blue glove on her right hand. Opening the door with great excitement, she did not see a secret luxury lounge, but a dusty storage closet.”
“ Uh, I think this must be the wrong pl-”
Annu put the glove against the back of her head and squeezed it, as a short electric shock jumped from it to Zorina who immediately crumpled over and fell on the ground, deeply asleep as the woman standing over let out a cruel sounding giggle.
“Well thank you for being such an absolute fool, woman, you’ve made this so easy for me.” Annu put the other back inside the room and closed the door behind her, locking it shut.
On the right of the room was another travel bag, smaller and more portable than the two big ones that Zorina had been carrying about for a very specific usage only. Opening it up, Annu began to lay out various implements on the floor next to the knocked out woman, chief among what looked to be a strangely designed helmet.
She placed it over Zorina’s head and covered her face entirely, pushing down her hair and locked it into place. Crouching on all fours she placed one hand on her upper chest and pushed down somewhat with force to pin her into place, while with the other hand she reapplied the glove, applying another shock. Zorina seemed to wake up, confused and tried to get away while Annu held her down, putting her full weight in holding her on the floor with her arms pinned.
Confused screams emerged from the younger woman’s mouth as suddenly she went all silent, still awake but not moving a muscle anymore. Carefully Annu backed off, letting her lie there as the hypnotic helmet turned the young woman into a carefully controllable puppet for her means, her perfectly controllable trojan horse back to the woman that had denied her what she was owed.
The person underneath the comforting, professional looking visage of Annu could now let his real self out. Not even getting rid of her gloves, she lowered her pants and panties to reveal her well trimmed bush, sitting down on a nearby chair and beginning to finger herself. It was a pleasurable massage mixed with masturbation as it heavily clashed with her professional looking outfit. She was moist, and ready to proceed as her pleasuring hand reached deeper and deeper into herself, pushing her walls aside further and further as she put her entire hand inside herself, only to pull it back out instantly, pulling free an erection that was of a somewhat darker shade than her skin. It was covered in her juices, and rock hard as all the sexual pleasure pent up from the pleasure of being someone else was now unleashed in a torrent of pleasure. With one gloved hand she stroked her inner dick, and with the other she reached into her uniform and began to massage one of her breasts, squeezing and rubbing and pinching her own nipples.
Her moans grew more and more high pitched, while every grip and motion on her hidden dick seemed to rock her body. In a form of sexual frenzy, she worked herself until her climax, shooting her load over the floor in several powerful bursts of semen. At the same time, she was leaking heavily, spilling her vaginal fluids on the floor in strange drips from the side, mixing in female and male pleasure of climax. Her panties were soiled for sure, while Annu just sat there and recovered from a fantastic sexual high, letting out long and deep breaths.
Annu got up, stepping out of her panties and placing them aside. With a dick still hanging from her crotch she began to undress out of her stewardess outfit with a big smile on her face. She grabbed another suitcase and slid into another corner covered in darkness. Five minutes or so, Zorina walked out of the shadow with a mean smile on her face, a duplicate of the original that lay there on the floor totally oblivious to the world. Carrying the empty suit of the fake flight attendant, she laid it next to the real Zorina. Leaning over the non-conscious woman she began to undress her, taking pleasure in smelling her panties before slipping them on. Next was the bra, followed by pants and underwear. Soon enough she was fully dressed, feeling up her body with a sense of pleasure of having completed her task. As for the real one, she would have to be taken along as Annu of course since the figure behind the fake woman could not afford to have a loose end sticking around, and the idea of permanently disposing of her was a distasteful idea. Slipping the skinsuit over the real Zorina was awkward to do, but bit by bit she dragged the skin over the woman, watching her transform into the fake steward from the neck down. After having completed that task she took off the helmet, glancing at the empty stare in Zorina’s real eyes.
Enough to subdue and confuse, yet unfortunately the technology had serious limits with what could be forced to have people become. He could keep her down and as a puppet, but she couldn’t be trusted to operate on her own.
Flipping the mask of Annu around, she pulled it over Zorina, struggling to fit her hair under it until it disappeared entirely, merging with the face of Annu.
“Your name is now Annu, and you will do as I say. I am your mistress, Zorina, and that is what you will call me in public. Do you understand your assignment? “
“Yes, mistress Zorina.” Annu spoke up, her voice sounding surreally empty.
“ You are not allowed to speak when anyone else is in the room. When you are told to do something, you will simply nod without saying a single word.”
“Yes, mistress Zorina.”
Good.” Zorina felt Annu’s breasts which had been her own just moments ago. “Now get dressed in those clothes over there, pick up that suitcase, and follow me.”
Five minutes later the two same women that entered the unused backroom left it, except this time Zorina was leading and Annu following. Zorina headed to the platform, flanked by the spaceflight attendant that fit in effortlessly with her surroundings, being totally beneath suspicion. While Zorina shared her ticket, Annu was let onto the space cruiser by her employee ID only. Sitting down next to each other in a small private room that the original Zorina had purchased as a cabin for the two day trip, the two women glanced at each other.
Zorina got up and locked the door to the cabin. Glancing at Annu, she smiled as she told her to get on her knees in front of her. Rather than take sexual advantage of the disguised and hypnotized woman in this privat setting she put her feet down on Annu’s back while she remained in that position utterly motionless.
“Now Annu, remember for me everything you know about Zorina’s aunt, and tell it to me. I need to get ready to meet her…and then be her.”
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Having put Annu to wait in a closed women’s toilet stall until retrieved, Zoria glanced around the rather old yet well decorated Private College run by her aunt Mirbodia Unnevai. Built by fine brick in a rather vintage earth like style, it represented its more conservative leaning. Zoria had switched out of her modern outfit for a dark blue and light yellow school uniform as was mandated for all students at all times. Her rather wild hair was worked into a tight bun, and she did her best to try and fit in as she went to find her aunt. After asking around at the front desk she was directed to a nearby elevator after having her ID checked and verified that she was in fact the niece of Educational Chancellorette Mirbodia Unnevai, letting her slip past any further security measures just by walking in and identifying herself to the guards.
Walking into her aunt’s office she marvelled at the elaborate decorations and paintings depicting older leaders and alumni of the university. On the far end of the massive room was a large, elaborate marble desk with the woman standing behind her looking her over. Her hair used to be raven black, but her age had definitely begun to show as the middle aged woman refused to dye her hair or use regeneration tech to fix the problem properly. Sleek dark black thin rimmed glasses and icy blue eyes looked over to see her nice, her dominant look softening somewhat as she recognized her. She was dressed in light grey formalwear, and her form was very tall and imposing, yet still well shaped.
“Welcome, Zoria, how was your trip?”
“Oh, very well. I thought about what I would say to you when I’d arrive, and I think I have finally thought of the perfect words.” She sat down opposite her aunt, reaching into her pocket.
“Give me your life, you old hag.”
Before her aunt could even react she pulled out a stun gun and fired three beams into her chest and the older woman crumpled backwards into her chair, eyes rolling in her head and a low, subdued moan escaping her mouth.
Her niece laughed leaning back in the chair before she got up and began to apply restraints to the paralyzed, knocked out woman. Pulling her from her chair she opened up her traveling case to reveal a skinsuit copy of Mirbodia with an outfit included.
“All the power I need to get who I want.” Zoria tenderly touched the false face of her aunt. “And if he doesn’t bend for you, I’ll have more options to play around with.” But she didn’t have time for playing now, first she needed to consolidate all her loose ends and get settled in before the great game could begin.
Zoria glanced in a pocket mirror one last time, smiling at her beautiful form of a college girl. Her manicured fingers dug into her skin, pulling further and further to reveal a slightly darker shade of skin underneath. Kimra Usenve revealed his real face, sitting on top of Zaria’s false body.
Glancing in the mirror, the short haired latino man in his early twenties, his eyes a rosy shade of red. Kimra was a figure with an obsession, who just could not, would not, and will never let go of his love for the man he couldn’t have. No, telling him that you were straight wasn’t enough. Being rejected over and over wasn’t enough. No, it was never enough. But Kimra had learned his lesson, and if being upfront wouldn’t do it, then a throne of lies and manipulation would be the way to the heart of his beloved obsession. If he could not have his love as himself, then it would be as another.
He stripped out of his Zorina disguise, pushing down the skin with both hands from his neck downward and watched it and her clothes fall onto the ground. Kimra seemed to shrink too, revealing the fact that he was rather short, a little under five feet total. Not only did he enjoy becoming a woman, but the luxury of becoming a tall one was about the biggest joy he could have.
The suit came in three parts, the headpiece and attached hair, the chest and hands. He started with the face , flicking her greying hair aside as he flipped over the mask, lowering it over his head and beginning to fit it into place, stretching and moving it around as he let out a moan, the sexuality of the transformation leading to him becoming rock hard. He picked up pace, easily putting on the chestpiece and arms since it was open in the front, so that he could simply put it on like a jacket. Her hands and arms that showed signs of age replaced his rather young ones while the false cleavage was actually impeccable, more well shaped than the original, if he had bothered to look at them. With his new hands he touched his new cleavage and then stroked himself for only a short moment. Finally, there were the skinsuit’s pants which would give him a pussy with the same grey accents as the hair on top of her head. As his smaller legs fitted into the larger outer skin of the suit, he could feel his legs stretch and extend outwards, gaining the full glorious height of his new form while the bulge in his crotch got smoothed out in a rather unnatural way. The newly created naked Chancellorette got dressed, slipping on a pair of panties and getting into the outfit which looked to be very fitting related to her high stature and authority within these halls.
As she got to retrieve the socks and shoes from the real one she noticed that the woman had woken up and was twitching, trying to escape from her bonds but finding them to be rigidly tight. The best she could do was roll around rather helplessly with no way to escape.
Mirbodia Unnevai flipped her real self over, taking joy in seeing the shock on her face followed by a look of hatred, yet her mouth was blocked off by a rather high tech gag locked into place.
“Surprised? Angry? Well, thanks auntie.” It was spoken in her voice but the words said were totally wrong for the rather strict and refined woman. “Thanks for your body, and your life. Don’t worry, I won’t keep you here for long, soon you won’t be feeling anything at all.”
Seeing her resistance continuing he grabbed his knockout glove and quickly applied it, and she went quiet. He pulled off her shoes and socks, putting them on and then heading out. Kimra was on a short schedule, and he had to get things set up into their final form before he could actually begin with what he really wanted.
She walked as quickly as she could, as Mirbodia balanced between her need to hurry and the need to not look as if she was hurrying. Heading down, she passed by the two large men that were running security in front of her office. “I am expecting a shipment of several boxes soon, I want them brought to my offices immediately.”
“Of course, miss Mirbodia.”
“Good. Get to it.” As she walked away, she smiled, enjoying her form and the power over others that it brought with it that Kimra would never, ever have had as his real self. It was intoxicating, but he focussed on the task at hand. With the aura of power and the intimidating looks she headed towards the toilet where she had left Annu, picking her up and taking her to her office. It was odd to see a woman dressed like a flight stewardess walking through the college but with the Educational Chancellorette next to her no one really questioned it. Heading back to her office, she ordered Annu to drag the real Mirbodia Unnevai into her private bathroom and guard her in case she would try to escape again.
After an awkward bit of waiting the two men who ran her security came in, and were met with the same quick, icy glare that Mirbodia seemed to have permanently locked on her face. With one hand she directed the corner where the many large boxes needed to be placed down and then ordered them to leave. As they had left she walked up to the boxes, and began to rip off the skinsuit covering her own hand to reveal Kimra’s underneath, placing it on top to unlock the hatches and reveal one metallic looking tank underneath about the size of a human. In total, four of these pods were included in the package, and that didn’t include the fifth of the large series of boxes. Luckily they had wheels underneath allowing Kimra to move them around to…where exactly? She needed to have a place where no one would even dare find them, never ever. But in her role of Chancelorette she still needed to use this office, so…all that was left was her bathroom. Luckily the room itself was spacious enough to fit in all the very special pods he needed for the final and most smooth stage of his plan. Skinsuits were effective in getting in, but once you actually were in, then there was in fact something greater. With Annu’s help, she laid the once again awake Mirbodia in the pod, attaching a helmet that was linked with a thick cable to the side of the pod.
“Good night me, and the next time you wake up, I’ll be long gone…or not. Depends on who he falls in love with, after all.” There was one final muffled yell when the lid closed and encased her in darkness…and soon in a deep sleep floating in water.
“And now it’s your turn, Annu. Undress, take off your skinsuit and place it aside.”
Her human puppet did as was asked, while Kimra got out of his Mirbodia skinsuit with a well practiced ease. Once Zorina, the real Zorina, had completed her task the naked Kimra took one final moment to grope her before ordering her to get in the second tank. After hooking her up he closed the lid and smiled, heading back into Mirbodia’s office with a big smile, completely buck naked while he went to the fifth and final crate, opening it up to reveal to be almost like futuristic suits of armour, devoid of faces or identifying features.
“Link up with pod one and two.” Two of the suits stood up by themselves, stepping out of the box and the metallic shape on the outside began to shift and transform in a surprisingly fluid manner into two different people. Hard, shiny and grey metal shifting to smooth skin, bulky lifeless figures shaping into the forms of Zorina and Mirbodia. Unlike what he had done to Zorina, these two would be his perfect puppets, perfect replacements with all their memories and knowledge accessible to them. One to run operations from above and do whatever was needed from her position of authority, and the other to infiltrate into the students and get to where Kimra could get to the job of winning his love’s heart…or replace whatever bitch would dare to try and talk too nicely to Kimra’s one true love . He had empty two pods on standby, and it would not be difficult to arrange more should the need arise.
The two women standing before him were naked, and without the slightest bit of motion in a rather unsettling fashion. “Open unit one.” Without making a sound, Zorina seemed to peel open like a piece of fruit, opening up to reveal a smooth, empty, metallic inside. Kimra smiled, stepping inside the empty hole, positioning himself inside the false, half opened form of Zorina.
“Close unit one.” The metallic suit encased him, and things went dark. Within a few seconds of adjustment, the new and improved Zorina opened her eyes, memories beginning to flood in to her minds while the feeling of Kimra’s encased body faded away further and further until it was gone, and all that could be felt is the female form of Zorina as if she was real. In a strange shift clothes seemed to emerge from Zorina’s body. Once again she was dressed in her college uniform as before. The linkup with the second unit completed, the host issued mental orders instantaneously to the puppet, who instantly began to regain her clothes and glasses as the unit reshaped itself to the clothed version of and follow along as the Zorina sat down in Mirbodia’s very fancy chair, leaning back and smiling. The intimidating, powerful woman stood next to her, glancing down with that ever so cold icy stare. Yet it was all fake, and soon enough the Chancelorette sat down under her own desk to lick her niece’s pussy, pleasuring the woman sitting in the chair quite well.
“Oh, good girl, good girl. You like it, don’t you, being on your knees?”
“Yes, mistress.” Was the response that Kimra ordered her to say in between passionate rubbing and licking of Zorina’s pussy. It took her a moment to get used to sharing the two sensations of both false bodies at the same time, but soon enough Zorina was letting out deep and loud moans, groping her own nipples. With a simple mental command, Kimra’s cock was pushed outward from within, and cunnilingus got turned into a blowjob instead as the hollow puppet version of the Chancellorette did a very good job at pleasuring the man hidden within the student.
Resisting the sexual urge, she started up Mirbodia’s personal computer to access her one true love’s personnel file, only to find that it had heavy biometric protections in place. With a simple mental command, she switched forms, altering herself with ease as she relayed the order to the second unit. Within ten seconds or so, the situation had switched and the Chancellorette was getting her hidden dick sucked by her niece instead.
Unlocking her workstation with a smile, she typed in the name of Kimra’s obsession, and opened his file.
“Now let’s see what you’ve been up to since you got here…”
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