Vincent Defern sat on a park bench that happened to overlook a nearby neighbourhood. The 19 year old had a slender frame, slicked back blonde hair and practically a permanent smile on his face. In his hand he had a very strange device that he had picked up after a very lucky walk in the woods. Having taken his time to experiment with it…now, he was sure that he was ready to make it all happen. He hadn’t bothered to shave this morning. since that really wouldn’t be relevant soon, and he’d gotten dressed quickly in a combo of jeans and a blue t-shirt. His look focussed down on a sole house, about a 100 metres away
“Time to draw him away.” He glanced down on his phone, sending a text message to his best friend Carl Orthen.
||Ey, man, come to my place, I’ve got a very big surprise for you.”||
||What?||
|| I want to show it to you in person. ||
|| All right, I’ll be on my way ||
Vincent didn’t need to wait long before he could see Carl exiting through his front door and got in his car. He drove off, and Vincent glanced at the strange device in his hand. “Time to use you on people that I know.” In his hand, metallic and shiny was a very strange, almost alien-like looking gun that he had found while on a trip. And for the last few days, he had been figuring out how it worked and what it could do.
“Right, round trip to my place, plus some confused waiting. 30 minutes, tops.”
Vincent got up, walking with a brisk pace to the two-floored wooden suburban house painted a sharp shade of white with a red roof. He had visited Carl’s place many times before, but now he was here with radical (and kinky) plans for himself and Carl’s family. He rang the doorbell and waited patiently.
Miss Aren Orthen was a woman in her mid forties, but time hadn’t caught up with her at all. A tall blonde-haired woman with a warm face and an ever warmer smile. While her figure wasn’t anything too spectacular, her face had been her standout feature. Not to mention that she did have lovely motherly hips and a firm behind.
She was in the middle of preparing a cake in black and white kitchen apparel, her hair wrapped up in a tight knot. She looked up from her cake mix in a bit of confusion, wiping some from her face.
“Didn’t Carl just leave? Maybe he forgot something…”
She opened the door to see Carl’s best friend standing there with a smile on his face. “Hey miss Orthen, I’m sorry to barge in unannounced but I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten my phone here yesterday. So there wasn’t really any way to call ahead of time.” Vincent raised his arms in a bit of frustration.
“I don’t even know where I left it…maybe the garage?”
“Carl just left, he didn’t really say where to though, he shouldn’t be too far off. But I’ll gladly help you look, come on in.”
Vincent’s eyes darted around the room as Aren turned around. Right now, no one else could see what was going on. Well, for now there was too much of a view from the outside into the house through the big glass windows on the right so he wouldn’t risk it yet.As he followed behind her he reached in his pocket touching the gun slightly. Pulling it out, he aimed it squarely at Aren’s chest.
“So where did you say you left it again?” Aren smiled at Vincent before her smile faded. ” What is…” Vincent pulled the trigger on his strange gun, and a strange laser beam shot out, striking Aren right in the chest.
Wordlessly she collapsed in front of him, as a pile of clothes and empty skin. Again he looked around nervously as he quickly lapped up the pile of skin and clothing and put it in his backpack, folding it indiscriminately before quickly shutting the zipper.
He raced up the stairs, making sure not to make too much sound as he rushed into the bathroom and locked the door.
He checked the time. 25 minutes to go. Easy. Vincent had been through this process two times before; on two hookers he had hired for himself. It wasn’t just incredibly fun, but even profitable for him. Now he was going to do it with someone he knew. This plan had been in his mind ever since he obtained this gun.
As his best friend, Carl confided in his interest in his forbidden fruit. The one line he could never cross no matter how much he’d like to. The one woman that Carl could never have. Until today, that was.
Vincent opened his backpack, quickly pulling out the still-dressed skinsuit. He quickly stripped her down to her underwear. “Now there’s a thing I’d never get to see in my life.”
With a big smile on his face, he pulled off the black underwear, taking in the look of his best friend’s mother lying there completely nude and completely deflated next to a pile of her clothes. Another check on the clock. 20 minutes.
Vincent undressed himself, the tent in his pants getting in the way until it sprung free to its quite impressive size, angled slightly upward. Yet it wasn’t the nude body he was attracted to…it was being her. He’d always known that he was gay…and always intrigued with actually being a woman. And now…he was going to help out his best friend, and perhaps himself too.
He picked up the skinsuit, fondling the deflated tits as a bit of a joke, his erection poking against her vagina a bit.
“Open wide, Aren”
He lowered the skinsuit to below his raised left leg, opening her mouth wide with both arms. One of the…oddities of this device was that it required the user to physically climb into the suit via an extended orifice. The first time, it took him quite a while to figure out how exactly it worked as he struggled to find a proper zipper on the skinsuit of the prostitutie.
Vincent smiled as his leg slipped inside through the wet hole still covered in spit, the face deforming around the movements of his leg, her neck extending until his foot was fully inside the suit. Her lips tightly wrapped around it like rubber around a cock. Vincent put his fingers around the stretched lips, pulling them open wide to slip in his second foot. Now he pulled it up, pulling it up more and more as his cock was pressed against his body. A bit of rummaging around with his legs, and he could feel the two holes of the suit’s legs. Now…her mouth was halfway up his body. It looked like something out of a horror movie with a humanoid snake devouring it’s pretty.
But carried on, pushing his cock into place into her lower pelvis, giggling slightly as it fused with Aren’s vagina. With Vincent’s hands he touched her vagina, feeling every little sensation with a smile on his face.
“Very sensitive…and hairier than I expected.”
With a firm stretch of the skinsuitVincent slid fully inside, hands and face disappearing inside Aren’s mis-shaped form. The rest of her body suddenly snapped into place…except for the arms. Looking in the mirror, it was odd to see herself with a bloated body and yet at the same time her arms hanging limp from her side.
“Testing…testing…oh yeah, I’ve got her voice.” Aren smiled as suddenly both of her arms seemed to fill out from her chest. She flexed her hands a few moments glancing down at her feminine hands with painted nails. “How kind of you, Aren to get yourself looking all pretty just for me.” With a smile on her face, she washed off the little bit of powder on her face.
“All ready.” As the transformation was complete she smiled, feeling up her whole body with an eager grin. Immediately she pulled out Vincent’s phone from the bunch of clothes he’d dumped on the ground. She took a moment to strike a few sexy poses and took a few selfies. Sitting down on the toilet, she spread her legs wide and started filming herself. She moaned, trying to keep it contained because of the other person still currently in the house.but not too loud as she began to furiously masturbate with her tender feeling fingers.
Vincent had experienced this before, slipping into the bodies of two prostitutes even doing some of their work as them. Afterwards, he went home with the money in his pockets and a woman that was none the wiser. He definitely had had a few very fun and prosperous few weekends but this one…was going to be personal. Very personal.
For YEARS, and YEARS he had heard his best friend moan about just how sexy his sister was and how he just couldn’t and shouldn’t be tempted by her…but the thoughts remained. This weekend Vincent was going to make sure that he got it out of his system harmlessly and get over it, with Vincent taking up the role of his sister for a little bit.
Aren stopped filming, and checked the time. 15 minutes, and he was halfway. His phone buzzed, showing a text message from Carl.
||Why aren’t you opening your door?|| The naked woman sitting on the toilet, dripping slightly from below smiled at her phone and answered him.
||Something came up, I had to head out. Maybe next time, dude.||
||Alright man, just…say it ahead of time, now I’ve wasted gas on you, Vincent.||
Aren got dressed quickly, looking back at the pretty view in the mirror. The illusion is complete outside of the fact that Miss Orthen was wielding a skinsuit gun in one hand and Vincent’s phone in the other. She put her blond hair back in the crop as it was before.
She unlocked the bathroom door having stuffed Vincent’s clothes in a corner out of sight
Aren Orthen was exactly the same person as she was a mere 10 minutes ago…except now she was walking far more sensually than before, enjoying every strut of her legs, the slight flapping of her apron. Underneath the body of the milf, Vincent gained full access to the memories of his best friend’s mother. Immediately he dug through to the naughty naughty memories, first kiss, first BJ, and such. What she was into, what she enjoyed, her deepest darkest secrets revealed.
It took quite some self control to not stop and masturbate again, but she managed.
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Aren leaned around the corner of Maxine’s room, spotting “her” daughter lounging around on her bed, watching some terrible women’s show about people with weight problems trying to lose weight. Vincent had indeed become a forty-five year old housewife but that didn’t really change his preferences in television from his male self.
Maxine was in many ways simply a copy of Aren in personality, but a definite improvement in looks. A smoking hot woman aged 22, literally a younger version of her mother. Mainly though, she outdid her mother with a heavyset D cup chest that she currently was laying on top of
She hadn’t bothered to do much makeup today but she was so naturally blessed that she still looked stunning. Maxine was wearing a casual yellow t-shirt with “SEXY” in big red text and a cute light blue skirt. Her blonde hair was kept very short into what seemed to be almost a retro 50’s bob cut.
“Aren” looked at “her” daughter with a smile. Maxine looked up, a bit annoyed at whatever chore her mother was going to assign to her next. She rolled her eyes for a bit and sighed.
“I did the dishes yesterday, and I’ll do the laundry tomorrow, all right? The My True Love Marathon is on and…” Maxine rummaged a bit with her blonde hair before her eyes fell on the strange looking gun in her mother’s hand.
“What’s that all about, ma?”
“Surprise!” Aren pointed the gun at her daughter, but she didn’t seem too concerned about the fact that the gun looked like something out of a comic book. As Aren pulled the trigger Maxine didn’t even grasp nor respond as the sudden beam hit her, making her collapse into a deflated skinsuit on her own bed.
Aren smiled as pounced over, jokingly removing her pants and underpants, grabbing the remote from the deflated hand and with a perverted look shoving it inside her dripping wet vagina for a bit of quick amusement
Aren moaned as she used the remote to stimulate herself before pointing her crotch at the TV screen and flicking it off with the button that still hung outside of her. She pushed down on the end of the remote, pushing it all the way inside her as she felt the buttons stimulate her inner walls. She looked at the reflection in the TV screen, waiting until it fully disappeared inside her and her labia lips returned back to normal.
“That should teach you to not watch TV when your mother is in the room. If you want it back, you’ll have to get it.” Aren quipped as she looked down at the empty skinsuit of her daughter.
Aren smiled as she could feel the remote settle into place inside her, now turning her attention to the deflated skinsuit of Maxine. It took not much effort to strip it clean of any clothes and lay them aside.. Aren flicked a button on Vincent’s phone and checked the time. Ten minutes. “Time to go.”
She positioned her still clothed form behind the naked deflated form of her daughter. With two hands she reached for her anus, and pulled it wide, opening a hole inside.
“I’d take more time to become you dear, but I don’t have any. “
She slipped her head inside and without much of a pause let two of the hands follow quickly, disappearing inside the now slowly filling up form of her own daughter, the lower half of her clothed mother sticking around the back
Maxine’s form seemed to move and shift all over the place as Aren did her best to reposition herself further and further inside her own daughter. More and more of her body slipped in until only Aren’s lower half hung out…from Maxine’s lower half. Finally, she pulled in two of her legs inside. The anus pulled itself tight, restoring its original form as if a human hadn’t just passed through it moments before. One moment later the mess of shapes and movement inside Maxine seemed to disappear and she regained her full form. She shook her head, and once again started to feel up her entire body and enjoy it.
Maxine Orthen checked her naked form in the mirror, immediately shifting to a sexy pose. She could no longer feel the strange form of her own mother inside her…or the remote inside that other woman.
She took a moment to regain her senses fully, laying on her back, before she again sat upright. “One final thingy.” Maxine smiled as a strange bump appeared just below her stomach, stretching further down in a thick line to her crotch. One moment later, Vincent’s massive erection sprouted from Maxine’s vagina that parted to both sides.
With a moan, Vincent’s balls plopped out, his entire erection covered in vaginal fluids.
He could feel himself be close already, his tip fully purple. Now the mere touch of Maxine’s soft hands grabbing him by the tip got going. Maxine pulled out Vincent’s phone immediately flicking the filming button again. With her free hand she began furiously masturbating as she fell to her knees on her bed, making sure to dodge the set of clothes before she deposited her (or rather Vincent’s) load across the bed sheets.
Normally he would’ve taken more caution but since both the daughter and mother wouldn’t be around until he let them go, that gave her time to clean up afterwards. Five minutes.
“Okay, okay! Time to go.” Maxine first retracted her still erect male genitals which disappeared into that bump under her belly button that then faded into absolutely nothing. After just cleaning herself up, she got dressed quickly but deliberately left out any sort of underwear, more intent on creating an illusion than getting dressed properly.
A buzz went off. Times up. Maxine checked herself in the mirror before heading downstairs, fidgeting nervously with her hair for a bit. No one was a thing wiser and nothing could separate Maxine from the real thing. Vincent even had her mannerisms and memories within his grasp and whereas before he’d ignored Aren’s mannerisms now he effortlessly slipped into Maxine’s.
“Time to meet up with my beloved brother.”
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Carl’s mood had soured a bit ever since Vincent blew him off like that. He wasn’t really that pissed…just annoyed, that was all. He unlocked the front door and headed upwards to his room
“Hey brother!” Maxine was sitting on the couch, pretending to enjoy that female TV show the real Maxine was watching just minutes ago. But being a woman and having a woman’s memory couldn’t make Vincent enjoy this lame TV show. She was relieved that he finally got there, now the real fun could begin.
“Hi sis. The AC in your room broke down again?”
“Yeah. C’mere, have a seat” Maxime motioned on the empty spot next to her on the couch as she turned off the TV. “Ma had something come up so she had to leave.”
“But her car is still here.”
“She got picked up by someone.” Maxine didn’t give him time to think. “What happened, thought you were going to Vincent’s?”
“As was I but when I got there he suddenly didn’t show.”
“Weird.” If Vincent wasn’t an actor Maxine would’ve smirked smugly at him. “But, Carl, we need to talk. A serious…talk.”
Maxine positioned herself with her brand new D-cup breasts right in front of him. Carl snuck a quick look at the nipples that poked through before looking back to her face.
“I can see you stare, bro.”
Carl’s cheeks turned beet red and he turned away.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”
“But you did.” Maxine wagged with her finger. “And I know you’ve been staring at me like that for quite a while.”
Carls cheeks somehow got even redder as he averted his gaze completely
“Why don’t we skip the staring and go to fucking.” She grabbed her brother by the crotch and could feel the bulge respond instantly. His bestie was rock hard for him, Vincent noted with glee.
“W-W-W-WHAT?” He seemed to freeze in place letting out an unmanly squeak in response to this. Carl seemed frozen in shock, as everything he’d wished for suddenly came true.
“I want you inside me Carl…now let’s not waste any more time.”
Maxine grabbed his hand and tugged it along. “Let’s do it in your room.”
Carl was astonished by what was happening. Straight out of nowhere…the oh so taboo thing he had been lusting for years and years now suddenly came true. He couldn’t quite comprehend…but his body did. Already he could feel the blood heading to his crotch region as his smoking hot sister dragged him along to his room with a smile on her face that seemed to disturb him a bit. But he was far too horny to really question all of this so he just went along with it.
She finished dragging him to his room upstairs, quickly lowering all the blinds and making sure nothing was visible from the outside.
“Are you ready?”
“I’ve been lusting after you for years”
“I know, I know.” Carl was caught off guard by the familiar smile that seemed, quite unlike her. He stopped for a moment, trying to figure out what was bothering him moments before all his naughty fantasies came true.
Then she dropped her panties and skirt, showing her lower half fully naked. Sure, he’d seen it before once when he accidentally intercepted her in the shower once. But now, she was standing there in front of him in his darkened room, dripping wet as she turned on the light to give him a better view.
“Shirt on, or off before you head inside?” She teasingly rubbed one cloth-covered breast while fingering herself.
“Shirt off, sis..”
“You first…”
There was a moment of pause as Carl looked at the incredibly hot blonde standing in his room that just so happened to be related to him. Underneath the warm smile of Maxine, Vincent was getting somewhat nervous. Was he somehow on to him? There was no way that’d he’d know he had not dropped his cover yet; he could not know.
“To hell with it.” Carl set his erection free, removing his black shirt and awkwardly approaching his sister. Vincent had seen it before, once in a half-drunken game of “comparing dick size”, and this was half of the reason why he set up this plan in the first place, to make both of them happy. Carl was hung, with a thick veiny erection, peeking forward with a slight bend to the left. His tip was bright purple, and he was rock hard, as hard as he possibly could be.
Maxine leaned back onto the bed, legs wide, open and willing with a slutty smile on her face. “Fuck me, bro, fuck me like you’ve always wanted.”
Carl took a moment to adjust to the position before sliding inside her welcoming walls. Maxine nearly fell back into the bed, grasping it with both hands as she moaned lightly, her world shaken by the thrusts that were now increasing. He was getting into it. “Take off your shirt, show me your titties, sister!”
“All right, Carl, no problem!” Maxine took a moment to pull off her shirt, letting her breasts bounce with every thrust. She cupped them, feeling them resonate with every little bit of movement she made.
“God, I can’t believe this is happening, this is so incredible! I love this!”
“I know, I know, pull out, let me get a good taste.” Both of them moaned for a second as the intimate connection between them was broken for a second. Maxine played with her hair for a bit as she poked her brother into retreating a bit.
As he did, she leaned forward, crawling on all fours as she approached him. Vincent was so incredibly happy that everything was going according to plan. She grabbed his erection, looking up from her position at Vincent’s best friend and Maxine’s brother. The taboo of it all just made it so much hotter. Maxine rubbed Carl’s pre-cum covered cock all over her face before beginning to aggressively deep-throat his best fiend. Now his years of experience being on the bottom of things came in. Getting pounded in her vagina was a whole new feeling, but he quite keenly knew how to bring out the juice as Vincent worked his best friend’s sister’s mouth to the maximum, squeezing, teasing, and pleasing Carl with an unrelenting vigour. She could feel it coming, Carl’s moans getting more intense and a certain pressure building up on the underside of his cock.
Carl came, and the moment he did Maxine pulled back, making sure that it splattered all of his cum all over her body. She quickly grasped his cock, positioning herself below it and stroked it fiercely, trying to get as much as possible out of it. Her breasts and face were dripping with cum, as she continued to stroke Carl long after he was done. She let go, cleaning up Carl’s cock with a long, sensual suck, lips touching his balls, Maxine easily fighting off the acid reflux with ease.
“So, Carl, tell me, how does it feel to finally get what you want?”
“A…fucking…MAZING! Oh God…man…we did it.”
“Yup. Maxine would’ve never given you this though, man.” Maxine got on to her feet.
There was only a flat “What.” in response to the strange bulge that appeared below Maxine’s vagina. Within a second, the tip of Vincent’s cock poked out between his sisters’ nether regions, before pushing out into full form, two balls popping out.
There was a short silence, as Carl gazed at his newly formed shemale cum-covered sister.
“VINCENT?!?!”
Now it was Maxine’s turn for a confused sounding flat “What?”
“HOW…the hell?”
“You remember my cock from that one time, Carl!?!?”
“When your best friend shows off his it’s not a thing you easily forget…and HOW THE HELL ARE YOU MY SISTER?!?!?”
“I snuck in and replaced her so you could finally get your little incest fantasy over with, free of guilt.” Maxine flashed a smile that could only be Vincent’s. ” You kept yapping and droning on about how she’d never do it and how Maxine was so hot, well here we are.”
“…I mean…thank you but…what. Just…how?”
“Oh, with this thingy.” She pulled out the skinsuit gun from her clothes. “When you shoot people with it, you turn people into empty suits that you can climb in and become them.”
Carl waited for quite a while to finally respond. “What the fuck, man.”
“Well, I did it to your mother and your sister, so it works.”
“Wait, you…mom?”
“She was my entry.” Maxine reached for her upper lip, grabbed it tightly, and pulled up strongly, with a firm grasp of her face distorted, her hair falling back. Her other hand grabbing around her lower lip, Maxine’s lips stretching in many many different ways lower and lower, until the mature, dignified face of Aren Orthen appeared between the massive parted lips. The upper side of Maxine’s head simply fell back and hung limply, while Maxine’s lower lips stretched around her neck.
“Hi, son. Carl, there’s three things we can do. One. I can get out of these two, return them as they were, and move on as nothing happened. Two. You get a free weekend with either your mom or your sister doing whatever you ever would have wanted. Or three. You get to play your sister while I play your mom for a weekend of…”mother-daughter bonding.”
“This is so incredibly wrong. All of it.”
“And yet, so right. Let me just strip out of this.” Aren casually gripped the lips of Maxine and lowered them over her lesser impressive if still good-looking body, while Carl, fully naked with a completely deflated dick just stood there staring at the process. The skinsuit of Maxine, cum-covered as it was now hung freely as Aren Orthen held it in front of him.
“You know you want to try it on. So why not push the taboo a bit further and be your own sister?”
“First of all…. gross, that’s my own…”
“C.” It was his mother speaking, standing in front of him with her apron still on.
“This is fucked up V!”
“They won’t remember a thing. It’ll just be a blank that they won’t even worry about.”
“Did you…have sex…as my mom?” Carl pointed at her face, his mind racing, not really letting him think straight in the moment.
“Oh no no no.” “Mom” laughed at him. “I masturbated on the toilet, that’s all.”
ward silence as Carl stared at his mother who was possessed by his best friend. “Is the cake still in the oven?”
“Yes.”
Mother and son both stormed downstairs, one rushing to open the oven while the other got oven mittens to quickly salvage the cake. Luckily it wasn’t that singed, but there was some damage done by the cake overstaying its welcome. Aren dumped the cake onto a plate and it halfway collapsed, splattering a bit of chocolate cake off the floor.
“JESUS! IT’S RUINED!”
“Relax, we’ve got all weekend…son.” Aren giggled as she dumped the plate on the wooden dinner table. “We can clean this up anytime you want.” She pulled out a spoon and handed another to Carl as she plopped down into a chair and started eating the ruined cake with a big smile on her face, motioning at him to take a seat as well.
“Look, I get that you might not want to bang your mom.” She motioned at herself now, cupping a feel with one free hand while gobbling away at the ruined cake in the most carefree manner possible. “Eat your cake dear.”
“Can you stop…” Carl was about to begin when he got a whiff of the chocolate cake with a cherry filling which silenced him.
“So… does this mean I get to eat all the cake I want?”
“Oh yeah. You can have your cake and eat me out too.”
“Oh that’s just the last thing on my mind. I have the hots for my sister, not my mom.”
“She’s not that much worse than Maxine, is she? Bit less of a tit, a bit older, still kinda hot though. ” His mother wiped her cheek free of cake before standing up, and flashing her son
“Tits and cake, Carl, what’s not to like? Just stay here, I need to get changed, give me a moment.”
There Carl sat…quietly contemplating what was happening. Absolute uncertainty racked his mind. Shame, doubt, a bit of anger…and a whole lot of attraction to this new world that he had been shown.
Then again, chocolate cake with cherry filling. “Fuck it.”
As he began enjoying the ruined cake (its flavours nearly perfect despite the mostly ravaged outside). He heard the flushing of water upstairs, and some feminine humming. He took a moment but he did recognize the humming as his sister’s, not his mother’s slightly lower tone. The cake was delicious, and he estimated he had eaten at least a quarter of it all when his sister Maxine returned to the room, surprisingly not naked but back in her shirt and jeans combo from before (though her shirt was as tight as before and her nipples were clearly visible). One extra look at her form revealed that she had a noticeable bulge in her crotch as well
“Jesus, V. Is that your…dick sticking out?”
“MMhmm, futanari Maxine, at your service.”
“So. what did you do with mom’s…skin…self.”
“Oh, it’s underneath this. I just thought I’d slip into the form you preferred more.” Maxine playfully ruffled with her hair, just like the real Maxine would do at times.
“Stop doing that.”
“What?”
“You’re being her…completely again, I keep having to remind myself it’s you.” Carl’s eyes involuntarily returned back to Maxine’s crotch bulge. “Outside of that of course.” Maxine moaned for a bit, clearly involuntarily as the bulge seemed to move upward and then disappear. With one of her regular smiles she flashed her crotch to show off her moist nether regions. “I’ve got all their memories and mannerisms, but it’s me underneath it all. This weekend, both your mom and your sister will do anything you ask of them…provided it’s fun. Even better, now your sister will finally play games with you.”
“But truthfully…” Maxine leaned forward, clearly enjoying how awkward Carl was. “Truthfully, I want you to be the sister while I play mom.”
“I’m not gay, man, not like you.” Carl bit back, clearly defensive.
“Bi. And I saw you look at me get undressed into your mother…and part of you is morbidly curious. I can tell you, being a woman for a while, it’s fantastic. Even a touch down my crotch is electric. Put in one or two fingers…or a cock in there and it’s…simply amazing. It doesn’t compare to the male experience. I’d put both of them on the same level, just differently. Sometimes you just roll into a second orgasm just after if it’s going well.”
Maxine tugged at her face, and with a quick smile before it happened she tugged her upper lip all the way up onto her back, revealing Aren once again, but only her face. Carl’s mother, with Maxine’s body took a moment to adjust for a bit and rummage with covering Maxine’s face underneath her shirt in the back, while rolling the lower half of Maxine’s face down and also underneath the shirt, making for a decent looking illusion of his mother with a much, much better body.
“Tadaa, son! Now tell me you aren’t interested in mommy.”
Carl just looked away and blushed. Everything about this was…so…wrong…and yet. And yet…
Aren looked him in the eyes, as she slowly reached under her shirt and tugged it up slowly, letting “her” breasts slip free from the tight shirt. They fell into their place with a bit of bounce while the shirt covered up the seam between Aren and Maxine’s bodies. Carl was struggling now to come up with reasons as Aren pulled the shirt further up before letting it rest just above Maxine’s D cup breasts to let the illusion continue.
“You’ve wanted this so badly, and now you tell me you’re backing out of it. Had enough after just one dip in the pool?” Aren took a break as she suddenly stood up and walked away, tits bouncing freely as she undid the hairband that tied her hair together. Her hair fell in long blond streaks downward as she turned to Carl and licked her lips.
“This whole thing…is consequence free. No one will ever know. Nothing will happen. They’ll just wake up and not even care about the time they missed out on.”
“Delete any physical evidence…and you’re free to do as you like.”
“So what would you like to do to me, son? I’m ready and willing.” Carl watched her move, watched her talk, and lay it on thick. His best friend was his mother in the sexiest way possible, offering him a blank check.
Aren pulled off her soaking wet panties, lowering them to the ground and tossing them aside with her soft feet.
Carl sighed. “There was no way I was ever going to pass something like this up, you know that.”
Aren waved her left pointer finger from left to right. “On two conditions.”
“What? You can’t do that.” Carl’s hands turned to fists, but he felt that he had very little to counter Vincent’s demands. “What is it you want?”
“One. After we’re done, you get in your sister’s suit and let me play with your nether regions for one minute. Two. I get to be your mom for the rest of the weekend and week, and the next weekend too!”
“WHAT! A WHOLE WEEK? HOW ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO PULL THAT OFF?”
“There’s a lot of downtime at work, and they won’t need me for another 10 days or so. And I have nothing to do. So why not try something new and be your mom. Your very kinky, secretly incestuous stay at home-mom. Besides, you were bragging about how you had the week off too so let’s make the best of it.”
“And what about my sister, she needs to be at work on Monday.”
“Easy.” Aren slowly approached Carl, both hands under her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. ” We act normal in the morning, send her off to work, then in the evening when she comes home, we zap her and use our privacy to do fun things…of all kinds.”
“…this all sounds horribly abusive.”
“I checked with a few prostitutes. It’s 100 percent clean. In. Out. No one knows.” She got even closer, staring him down. “You know you want this so much, so why not just go along with all the fun. She got onto her knees, gently freeing Carl’s throbbing erection and playing with the cockhead with her tongue.
“This is one of the days I’m glad yours is bigger than mine.” She moaned for a bit, waiting for a second as Vincent’s erection suddenly parted her vagina like the red sea, two hairy balls plopping into place behind it.
Carl looked down at his hypersexual shemale mother with an incredibly young and near flawless body. To himself, he noted. “Maybe I am just a bit bi then…”
Aren let her hair wave around as she got to work in what only could be called an aggressive way, going “balls deep” with a practised ease while one hand jacked herself off down below. Never resting, never letting up or giving Carl much of a break. She pulled back, enjoying the taste in her mouth. Carl’s eyes darted in between his mother’s face, his sister’s body, and his best friend’s cock.
“Pick one. Fuck your sister or your mother. “
“Maxine’s face is hotter, you know. But with this body on I must admit I don’t mind.”
Aren looked a bit sad for a moment but it seemed to be very fake. “I’ll go get your sister then.” She rummaged with the white shirt in the back, before letting Maxine’s hair and her morphed upper half of her face pop out behind her. Aren tugged it over her head like you would a jacket, letting it all fall into place. With another tug on her neck just beneath the shirt a strange line was revealed, that as she pulled up revealed itself to be Maxine’s lower lip. She grabbed her nose and her lower lip, holding them in front of her face and stretched it out. With a mighty “SLAP” she let go of the stretched skin and Maxine returned to her full self.
“All right Carl, I want you to do me from behind now.” She removed her shirt with ease since it was no longer needed.
“Not with that thing out.”
Maxine laughed at him. “All right, give me a second.” Ignoring his protest she simply began jacking off like before, aiming her throbbing erection at the floor while Carl took a step back.
Her whole body began to rock along with every stroke, moving together almost akin to a dance. Carl was still struggling to come to terms with his futa sister jacking off in front of him fully nude, as well as just how hot he actually found it to see her with a cock hanging from her crotch. Her moans and furious stroking increased pace until she came in one big motion of ecstasy. As she began ejaculating Vincent’s penis retracted inside her, her male orgasm turning into a feminine one…squirting cum from within. A moment later the squirts faded along with the bump above her crotch.
“Ooooooh…the best part is that my penis is basically non-existent. It’s not there, feel it.” Maxine approached with a big smile on her face.
“Really now? You can’t get enough can you?”
“Put your arm inside. It will fit. These bodies will stretch to anything basically. Maxine demonstrated by bending all the way forward and licking her own male and female fluids that were mixing in her vagina.
“Ok, go for it. See how deep you can go.”
Carl crouched in front of her and with a shrug pushed his left arm in. To his surprise his sisters’ labial lips easily let his whole fist pass. Maxine just let out a low purr of excitement as her lower body was basically split in half, stretching unnaturally.
“Okay…I’m in.”
“Feel around…it’s not there.” Carl was now elbow deep inside her and he started feeling the inner walls of his sister but noticed nothing. Meanwhile, Maxine was blushing, enjoying the highly sensitive feeling as she focused on Vincent’s cock
“And now..” Carl could suddenly feel Vincent’s penis poke against his hand and he yanked it out in one big pull
“Ha, gotcha!”
Carl stood up as he pulled away from the penis that once again plopped out of his sister’s crotch.
“So If I wanted to…I could become Maxine fully. Not physically. Mentally too. I just crawl to the back of their minds and whenever I want to I just come back. Don’t worry, I won’t do it now but I definitely plan on doing it when I’m mom for a week.”
“Speaking of which. It’s time for your side of the bargain.”
Carl let out a soft sigh. “Five minutes in it. Nothing more.”
“I bet you’ll want to stick around longer than that, but no, C, I won’t force you to stay in it longer than five minutes.”
“So the way this works is that when you forget that you’re wearing a suit, but focus instead on being the person you look like, you get their memories, their mannerisms, everything. But it’s still you being in charge, unless as I said before you deliberately hold back. It’s far more intuitive than you’d think. But…there’s no zipper. You need to climb in manually through an orifice. Maxine sat down on the chair opposite Carl and spread her legs wide, Vincent’s dick still standing firm.
She tugged at one side of her labia lips mostly hidden behind the erection, further and further as her left leg went limp into hollow skin. There were some strange disturbances in her belly as suddenly a slightly thicker feminine leg slipped out of Maxine’s vagina. The same happened to her right leg, and a second leg slipped out. Maxine stood upright, two legs turned into limp skin hanging at the side while two legs and a dick thrust forward from her vagina. “Look at me now, brother, isn’t this pretty?” Her hands went limp, both receding inward, and Aren’s hands grabbed the side of her daughter’s vagina. With a big unnatural stretch she widened them open completely and lifted them up.
Mom was back, with Vincent’s dick still sticking out.
“So what orifice do you pick?”
“Which one’s easier?”
“I guess the asshole.”
“Yuck.”
“No no, it’s all clean.” Aren turned the skinsuit of her daughter around, showing the anus. “So you just sit or lie down, crawl inside with your head and arms, then slip your legs and put them in their place.”
She motioned him along to the couch as she lay the moist skinsuit out on it. “Just pull open wide and go inside.”
Another sigh. “Five minutes.”
“Five minutes. Now go.”
Carl looked at the deflated skin of his sister. Yet strangely, he didn’t really doubt it. Five minutes. In and out. He trusted Vincent with his life so it wasn’t hard to accept it.
He put his hands on his sister’s deflated buttocks, checking if it was clean. A bit of cum dripped…but that was his own.
“Here goes nothing…” Carl pulled open wide, took a deep gasp of breath and just plunged into the dark, moist inside of the suit. Struggling for a while to get a grip, he finally managed to tug and grasp at it, further and further. He could see a bit of light from eye holes up ahead so he reached forward, crawling and tugging to get it over his eyes. He could feel two…holes to the side which he figured were where he’d fit his arms. With two thrusts things suddenly snapped into place. He thought about literally being Maxine, and suddenly the suit started to move, shape and shift closer and closer around him. His vision turned fully black before coming back.
“Holy shit. Hooooly…” Maxine Orthen, at least her upper half was a perfect recreation while Carl’s legs and dick stuck out from her rear. Carl could feel it all as if it was his own skin.
“Come on, get fully in it, just plunge up.” Carl did his best to retract both of his legs inside, fully inside the skin, slipping them into the two sockets on both sides. And as he did…Maxine’s strange deformed lower half took shape as well.
He could feel the sway of her breasts, the sensation of a slight breeze on her naked skin, and the wet fluids dripping from two holes. Especially the feeling from downstairs was getting him rather horny…for getting penetrated. It felt really good…being Maxine. And as that thought crossed his mind he suddenly felt very comfortable in his new form, as he moved around just like Maxine would. He took a moment to look for naughty memories, and as he found out that she had had only two hook-ups but that was it. Ricky Mekelay in the backseat of his pick-up truck. And Alex Winford in a public bath’s locker rooms. Outside of that Maxine’s memories of masturbation and reading naughty stories on lonely evenings, and the vibrator she had hidden underneath her bra.
Without really thinking of it, Maxine began to stroke and touch herself, cupping her breasts and beginning to rub against her still-dripping vagina.
“No no, dear. Let me help.” Not letting the moment slip, Aren got close and seemed to tightly grip Maxine, pulling her along to the wall where she wasted no moment in pulling away her daughter’s hand and letting her own erection slip inside. She pressed herself fully against her daughter.
“Five minutes, but from the way you’re moaning it sounds like you’d like to stay like this for longer.”
“Why is this so hot, oh god, this is so sexy!”
First time I got into this I also started masturbating. Don’t worry. You’ll learn to manage it. Let mommy teach you.” Aren leaned in for a kiss and Maxine was too pinned down to really be able to get away…outside of getting overwhelmed with feelings from her new body, and the whole new sexual experience.
Aren went all out, instantly going for a deep tender tongue kiss, both of her arms around Maxine’s waist doing a gentle rub to try to keep overwhelming Maxine. Vincent’s throbbing erection emerged from her nether regions straight into her daughter. It was clear that at certain times nothing could be seen, as Vincent as Aren pushed the limits of “balls deep” on Carl as Maxine’s first time with an absolute onslaught. Maxine was moaning with every thrust of her mother’s “bonding ritual”
“Can you still think straight, C?”
“Oh god, V, what the hell is this? What the hell…why does it feel sooo *nnngh* good.”
“Relax, let mommy take care of you. Or your best friend. Whichever you prefer. But now it’s time to play a game!”
“A game or what? Futanari incest?”
“No, quoting bad lines from incest porn!”
Maxine let out a laugh in between the absolute thrill of her first penetration
“Mommy, impregnate my asshole.”
“Let’s keep our love in the family, sweetie.”
“I can’t believe you’re fucking me better then my boyfriend!.”
“Incest is Wincest, mom!”
“My penis is bigger than yours!”
As they both shared a chuckle, Aren suddenly smiled even wider as she increased pace…and released.
“Oh fuck…Ohhhh fuck.” Both of them got even closer as Maxine let her head fall back so quickly she actually hit her head against the wall, slight pain mixing with absolute ecstasy as both of them came at the same time as tension rippled through their bodies. Both of them shared a scream, disregarding anything and everything around them to just keep it going. Aren continued as she filled up Maxine to penetrate and fuck her, still holding both arms down.
Finally, both of them seemed to have their legs collapse between them as Aren pulled her daughter down onto the floor, rolling to be on top. Aren pulled out, trying to get the final stream to splatter all over Maxine´s face, but at this time it would no longer reach. As the ejaculation faded out Aren smiled at the utterly defeated Maxine, who seemed to be completely stunned on the floor.
Aren got up, reaching for a nearby tablecloth to clean herself up as well as any other pieces of wet evidence around.
“Get up, daughter.”
“O-o-okay, yeah. Wow.” Maxine got to her feet, dripping from below quite a bit. “I don’t really know what to say, V. THat is…something.”
“Just call me Mom.” Aren waved her finger dismissively like she normally would. Normally…without Vincent’s cock waving along with her every move.
“Now, I want you to just focus on your penis, dear. Carl’s penis.”
“What?”
“Just think of it.” To her surprise, Maxine could see a bump appear on her crotch that extended southward as internally she could feel pressure build on her nether regions as she could feel Carl’s cock suddenly come into existence. Another feminine moan, subdued this time, followed as the erection thrust itself out of her nether regions, settling into place.
“Good, good. Now, if you focus on your vagina, the effect reverses. Simple as that. So, are you ready for what’s next?”
Maxine looked in the mirror. She felt incredible…satisfied. Sexy, and desired. The way she moved was so natural. He might as well be his own hot sister. With extras, currently. She played with her hair, and watched some of Vincent’s cum drip from underneath Carl’s cock still.
Aren stood next to him, cleaning her up with tender, motherly strokes of a tablecloth before comically tossing it aside.
“Okay…so we’re… a pair of mother and daughter with cocks. It’s all so surreal, but it feels so good. So what’s next?”
“We go shopping of course. Time for a quick shower, and then we’re off to the sex shop.”
Maxine looked at her mother. “You want to go out in public like this?”
Aren smiled “No, first we clean ourselves up, and get dressed first. If you’re scared of being caught, you can just retract. I’m going to go out as shemale Aren anyhow.”
Aren gently tugged her daughter along. “Come on dear. Maybe we can do something fun while we clean up.”
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