There are places on earth, where the general public knows nothing about. The places where via some loose connection you could find out about. Often, such places were made for porn, and the Suit Scene was no different. Hidden in an unmarked unlocked door in a back alley lay the entrance to an under the counter location. Rather than your average seedy porn story, it sold skinsuits to an exclusive word of mouth only clientele.
Hanging there in neatly organized rows were hundreds of skinsuits of all sorts of people. Men, Women, Futanari, Cuntboys (male figures with a vagina instead of a penis), and more hung there. Behind the counter stood, contrary to what you’d expect, a rather average caucasian male, a bit thin with some brown hair and a thin moustache in a white t-shirt. His name was Sarin Mollenmar, and yes, he was mocked frequently over his first name in his youth.
Yet he had quite a warm smile on his face as he cleaned up the counter after a long day of working and selling his own masterpieces. There was a ring of the bell indicating that another customer had arrived.
“Ah, Yuri, welcome back to the Suit Scene, here to pick up your order?”
Yuri Balkavic was a man with thick black hair who was a bit on the thicker side in a negative way, but he usually had a big smile on his face and a wonderfully heartwarming attitude to life. Yuri didn’t do business with him too often but it was something to look forward to. Usually he’d be in there telling glorious tales of the things he got up to with his girlfriend and the skinsuits he had bought before.
Today, he looked quite downtrodden. Seriously downtrodden. With his face mostly pointed at the floor and with a sigh he greeted Sarin.
“Evening, friend.” It sounded severely depressing, a complete contrast from his normal attitude.
“Yuri…what’s happened?”
“Felicia…she’s left me. I’m alone. I was going to surprise her with a new skinsuit this valentine but in fact it never ended…happened. She just…left.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry mate. It’s…it’s late, and I was going to close up shop. Would you mind staying for a drink?”
“Yeah, yes please…it’s not like I have anyone to go home to this evening.” Yuri sat down on one of the waiting chairs while waiting patiently for Sarin to finish closing up shop. His head leaned downward as he stared at the floor in silence.
“Hey…come on, to the backroom.”
“Ah, really? I’ve never been there before…”
“Yeah. No worries…it’s my own place.”
As they stepped into the shady backroom of which Yuri could only dream of a nefarious place filled with secrets…he actually stepped into someone’s living room. Neat organized and clean with no indication of the sex store that was part of the building. Yuri sat down on the couch and sighed.
“So…you still have that suit ordered and made, my friend.”
“Yeah…the…the pregnant one. We wanted to try something new so yeah. I came here to cancel it since i wont be needing it, Sarin.”
Sarin put his arm around his shoulder and hugged him. “It is already done my friend. I was going to call you in the morning to come pick it up.”
“Yeah well I have no use for it any more.”
“Well, you already paid in advance and the work is done. Hold on, let me go get it for you.”
“Sarin, I…I don’t really use those themselves. Me and…Fe…licia used them just to allow me to have sex with my dream women without cheating on her. Plus, she liked being other people.”
Sarin had a bit of a smirk on his face. “Ah yeah. I know that feeling quite well.” Yuri looked up and glanced at Sarin. “Mmhm, take it you try your own wares.”
“Everything’s on the house if you own the house. Let me get her for you.” Sarin gave him a pat on the back and let him be for a moment.
He unlocked the nearby door and closed it, revealing the secretive, high tech inner workings of the inventions that let him create his artworks. All sorts of sci-fi devices lay there as well as several unfinished skinsuits.
Yet he ignored all that and headed over to a large wall cabinet. He checked for a second for Yuris name and pulled out a skinsuit of a woman.
As he lifted it up, it unfolded into a an asian american woman, rather on the short side with black hair running both sides of her face till just past her shoulders. She was a bit stocky, with big tits and thick wide motherly hips.
Yet the most stand out feature of the skinsuit was the belly, which was highly pregnant. To a ridiculous degree where it looked like she was 8 to 9 months in to giving births to twins any day now. Of course, that was just the effect that he wished to create, as requested by the commissioner. Sarin figured that the two of them wanted to roleplay or simulate pregnancy.
Then he shook his head, his left hand grasping the deflated cock hanging underneath the belly. Nope, he remembered, this was just a porn thing. Which was fine with Sarin, he didn’t judge. Though this skinsuit wasn’t as drop dead gorgeous as most others it served its function very well.
It was a shame that this unique piece was never going to get any usage. Yet, the client commissioned it, and now the client was going to have it. And dump it somewhere in depression.
Sarin admired his handiwork, and played with her hair. In his mind, he named every one of his suits as he created them to get attached to making them right. He had named her Masaki to help make her…real. That attachment, he believed, improved the quality of his work.
“It’s a shame…that you’re just going to waste away, Masaki.” He affectionately touched her face that he had sculpted.
He looked back at the door where Yuri was waiting for him.
“Maybe I can show him your worth.”
He let his hand slide under the extra flap of skin in the back, revealing the zipper that he pulled all the way from the back of her hairline to just above her thick ass. He sat down on a chair and lifted up one leg into the skinsuit. Pushing into the smooth yet cold inside of her leg, when her feet started filling up his they began to merge into one. It rolled up, squishing and altering his far longer legs into hers. With the other foot in, he reached around to lift up the deflated cock hanging underneath the extended skin of the belly With a bit of fidgeting he started pushing the skin of the large cock over his own. With a jut forward he pushed his own balls into the extremely hairy set belonging to the skinsuit.
His jaw dropped as every single inch of his testicles was drawn forward in a sense of pure eroticism as his body was drawn into that of Masaki. By the time the process tapered off, the pregnant belly and the monster that hung underneath (rock hard and leaking) had taken full functional form. With a smile, Sarin lifted up the two empty sockets where his hands would fit. He pushed both hands inside the skin and flexed both of his hands backwards, stretching the skin over his own tightly as the two began to merge. As he let his hands fly forwards and clapped loudly, Masaki was almost complete. Hanging in between her big breasts was her deflated head.
“Time to complete the masterpiece.” As softly as he could Sarin lifted up the face holding it in her hand, playing with the high cheekbones on her round face and the raven coloured ponytail with a yellow hairband. He tenderly lifted up the ponytail to pull the zipper further up her neck to the very edge of her hair and then slipped his own head into hers. As his face made contact with hers Masaki’s face suddenly slimmed down and pulled inward. For a moment it looked like Masaki had taken the facial shape of Sarin before her face inflated into its normal, somewhat pudgy form.
Now there stood a woman in her mid twenties, of Asian-American decent. She was eight months into her pregnancy with her thick belly and enlarged F cup breasts hanging out. Yet all of that was countered by the giant hard cock hanging underneath the body, anatomically perfect…and impossible at the same time. Looking around her, the person underneath Masaki now regretted not having a clothes store attached to his skinsuit. Best he could do was reach for a bathrobe and wrap herself in it. It barely fit, and she had to hold it together squishing her breasts, belly, and dick underneath it.
“Okay, time to shine.” She readjusted her hair a bit and trotted over to a makeup table on the far end where Masaki put some cherry red lipstick on her lips and with a seasoned hand applied some basic eyeshadow.
She smacked her lips.
“Perfect. Any guy would love to bang someone like me.” With a smile she rubbed the barely-covered up cock that twitched pleasurably in response.
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