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Though I had wanted to flush my system of the fruits of our earlier fornication, when Steph and I returned to the showers, she pointed me towards the currently empty showers and insisted I start there. Meanwhile she herself padded over towards the lockers. I sighed, she would only give me a hard time if I ignored her wish so I soon found myself standing under a shower head rinsing off. The freshwater couldn't fully wash away the lingering chlorine scent but it did help dampen it. Footsteps drew my attention away from massaging my scalp. "Here we are," Steph announced coming closer. Hands on hips, she thrust out her pelvis proudly and my eyes threatened to leap out of my head. "Are you insane, Steph?" I hissed, caught between my alarm and not wanting to draw attention, especially not now. "We can't do that here, this isn't a private stall, Steph someone could walk in here at any moment and see us!" She yelped as I grabbed the "dildo" affixed to her crotch, poking out from around her bikini bottom. I knew that in reality, it was a farce, a clever tool she had made or obtained from God knows where. The slick hot pink material was not hard plastic, but a soft synthetic sheath that when filled created the illusion of a phallus. In this case, it was filled with Steph's very real hermaphrodite cock. My best friend's eyes sparkled dangerously. "Yeah, isn't that exciting!? Even if it happens, though it'll just look like good ole' wholesome lesbian sex though." "This is a family establishment, there's nothing 'wholesome' about any kind of sex here," I protested. Despite what I was saying though, I could not find it in me to resist as Steph stepped behind me and gently bent me forward, lining her "dildo" up with my butt. "You say that, but I bet this moisture down here isn't only from the shower," Steph rebutted, sliding her shaft between my thighs where it rubbed against my pussy through my bikini bottom. I shamefully could not deny her. "I know, since Jarod's still chickening out and pulling out before he cums, let me fill your other tank for you," Steph continued, encouraged by my silence. I braced my hands against the wall under the shower's steady stream as Steph nudged aside my bikini and entered my cunt. With every slap our thighs made on contact, I prayed no one would walk in on my compromising position. Naturally I would not be so fortunate. We had almost made it, Steph's humping intensified, a sign she was getting close and then, she grabbed my hips and pulled me back, burying her faux shaft as deep in my uterus as she could push it. My own climax in that moment was accompanied by a warmth spreading in my abdomen, a familiar indicator that my partner was ejaculating inside of me. My traitorous sex was still clenching around Steph's rod when a young girl, no older than five dashed into the shower room and stopped to stare at us. I thought I would die from embarrassment, and Steph made it worse as she continued to squirt her love milk into my vagina. "Hey, what are you doing?" the girl asked. I could not answer her innocent inquiry, but Steph did, though how she could speak so confidently in the middle of her own orgasm baffled me. "I'm helping my friend here stretch, see?" Steph lied, pushing down on my shoulders. I feebly tried to reach for my toes, but made a poor showing from our conjoined position. Head lowered as I was, I could see our point of connection and if not for the shower's flow, we might have had to lie about the white juices that were still leaking out of my pussy as well. To my relief, the girl bought our explanation and moved on towards the lockers. I finally felt Steph pull out of my femininity and I straightened up to face her, only to catch a face full of cum. "How are you still cumming?" I muttered in a mix of frustration and awe. Steph giggled as one final spurt shot from her tip to splatter into my cleavage. "Hehe... sorry girlfriend, you're just too hot, I can't help it." She made puppy dog eyes and moved in to kiss me. I wanted to push her away but I once again could not resist, and she stole my lips in a more-than- friends french kiss. When we parted, I noticed that Steph had stuffed her phallus, false dildo sheath and all back into her fake vagina and with her bikini bottom back in place over her smooth crotch, the extra straps around her hips barely looked out of place. She smiled innocently and stepped away to conduct her own shower, leaving me to self consciously return to my own rinsing. Thinking back on the Steph I used to know, her recent brazenness with these sorts of displays and risks was unusual for her, but it may have to do with my acceptance of her 'true nature.' Maybe the Steph from my memories was just a facade she had put up so that society wouldn't reject her for her abnormalities. In gaining my trust and friendship for real, perhaps she felt less inhibited. If that were the case it was my duty as her friend to embrace and encourage her. The mind-blowing sex was just a bonus, and surely I would support my best friend even without it. Nope, our sexual romps were were just my way of accepting her and telling her she could accept herself. As great as it felt though, doing it in risky places like this, I felt like I was losing years off my life expectancy from all the embarrassment. But maybe she had a point about the thrill though... When the smell of chlorine finally overpowered the scent of Steph's semen, I felt safe enough to head for the toilets where I was eager to relieve myself of some lingering fullness. Maybe it was a hermaphrodite thing, but Steph's volume dwarfed Jarod's to the point where I sometimes wondered where in her slim body she kept it all. Jarod was waiting for us patiently outside when we finally emerged from the locker rooms fully dressed. "Got any special plans for the evening?" Steph asked with a mirthful look. After the Jacuzzi scene, even Jarod understood her implications. "Well, we need to get some dinner, but other than that..." he said blushing. Steph flashed her teeth. "Well, then perhaps I may make a suggestion..." ---- "Mhmmm..." Steph mumbled around a mouth full of Jarod's dick. "So big and thick... no wonder Hailey keeps you around...mhmth..." "That's not-...!" I hastily denied her suggestion, but I knew Steph was just teasing. Her own cock was much larger. I felt Steph's fingers probe at my anus; she had a prime view where she knelt, settled between Jarod's legs while I sat in his lap. She was 'priming' him, she claimed. After a amiable if brief dinner at the local diner, we retired to Jarod's place. As soon as Steph confirmed that his roommates weren't home, she practically us of our clothes. She sat Jarod on his oversized couch and deposited me in his lap, thus leading to the current situation. Ignoring Steph's meddling for the moment, I took the opportunity to share a loving look with my boyfriend. My caring, smooth, and handsome, if unfortunately outclassed boyfriend. I leaned in and we kissed, sharing our tongues between our mouths. Steph then decided that Jarod was ready and guided his saliva slicked shaft to my cunt. Feeling its tip, I lowered my hips, piercing myself willingly on his rod. "Ha... you're extra tight today, Hailey..." Jarod observed. "Don't say things like that," I objected, my face heating. It was praise but it just made me feel extra self conscious. I started moving in his lap, letting my weight push his penis deeper between my folds. It felt good and I moaned, but compared to Steph's hot pink monster, it was lacking. Soon, Jarod's face scrunched up and I felt his body tense. He seemed to be resisting it, though, and a look of startled concentration took over his expression. "Shit... I'm close, but we... I forgot... condom..." he gasped. I continued riding him though, shutting him up with another short kiss. "I'm safe today, I want you to cum inside me..." I assured him, my cheeks burning at my choice of words. His look of surprise quickly gave way to one of pleasure as I felt him finally let go, releasing his load into my waiting cunt. I was only about half way there myself, but I groaned and embraced him so he would not feel lonely cumming alone. At this point, I was surprised and mildly disappointed that Steph had not interfered. As Jarod slouched panting back against the couch, I carefully climbed out of his lap. Steph sat on another chair fingering herself as she watched. We exchanged glances and she stood coming over, getting close enough for our breasts to touch. Facing away from Jarod, Steph whispered to me. "Faker." "Who's fault is that?" I shot back, but she just smiled and pushed past me. Jarod looked up in time for Steph to push him onto his back atop the couch. She then proceeded to mount his face and lean forward to complete the 69 position, slowly stroking life back into his member. It seemed it was my turn to watch. I wondered how much of Jarod's oral Steph could feel with her fake pussy, and whether Jarod could tell it was prosthetic as well. He had seen mine enough to know what it should be like, but I suppose even when I was eating out Steph before, I would not have been able to tell hers was a lie without having been told. "Haangnh..." Jarod groaned, Steph skillfully bringing him to climax once more. It had been too soon since his last though, and only a sputtering of white goo bubbled from his tip. Steph feigned disappointment. Was she going to take this in the direction I suspected? "Aww, didn't save any for me, huh?" she whined, getting up off of the couch. She swayed over to her purse, facing away from Jarod and me. My suspicions were confirmed. Steph tied two pairs of thin dark straps around her hips, and gave me the devious glance over her shoulder that I had already seen several times today. She turned, presenting her hot pink strap-on to Jarod's rightfully alarmed face. "Well, since you don't feel like giving anymore, why don't you try receiving for a change, eh big boy?" She sauntered up to me first though, pressing her body to mine, she reached around to take two handfuls of my ass. Her hot fuckstick pressed against my stomach. "We'll teach you," Steph continued "Hailey will show you how it's done, so pay attention." To me she clued in her plan. "Suck then fuck," she whispered simply. Simple enough, I got on my knees and began licking the false dildo, making sure to gather my saliva and make it lubricated. I took it between my lips and let it slide down my throat till my nose brushed against the fabric covering Steph's crotch. When she pulled it out, the itch between my legs had reignited full force. I turned, getting on my hands and knees atop the coffee table, presenting my ass for Steph's tool's delightful impalement. As my body language requested, she answered, inserting her hot 'dildo' into my snatch. She fucked me for the third time that day mere feet away from my boyfriend, though for the first time to his knowledge. Her size and shape carved into my insides like Jarod couldn't and I came in seconds. She continued to drill me till I peaked again and we shared a lustful cry. Her semen filled me, overpowering Jarod's splatters with a flood. She must have held back though, as she made sure not to overfill me. She carefully wicked off any lingering semen from her shaft as she pulled out and I felt myself sink to the table in satisfied bliss. Steph rounded the table and stuck her strap-on in Jarod's face. He looked understandably hesitant. Steph's tool looked even bigger up close, but eventually, he found the courage to try licking it, and Steph eased him into taking the tip in his mouth. She slowly started rocking her hips until her shallow forays into Jarod's throat overwhelmed him and he recoiled coughing. "Not bad for your first time, it gets better with practice," She reassured him. I by this point felt enough energy return to me that I could sit up and continue watching, enraptured by a combination of horror but also thrill at being privy to a secret. "Now, you can choose your position, either spread your legs, or point your ass this way." Steph ordered. The illusion of choice overshadowed the option of saying no, and while Jarod considered his options, I beckoned to him. "Here," I offered, wiggling onto the couch next to him. I gently guided him on top of me where he could rest his head on my chest with his ass still presented for Steph's entry. "Good boy," Steph murmured, with a sadistic glint behind her glasses. She grasped his hips and began invading his virgin ass with her tool while I comforted my boyfriend through his first anal. Even with lingering lubrication left over from me, it took some effort before Steph was fully buried in Jarod's ass. He bit his lip but could not prevent tears from welling up in the corners of his eyes as Steph began to shake her hips. As the only one Steph had opened up to, I had not had the opportunity to see Steph have sex with anyone but myself. I could not tell if it was the difference of partners or difference of perspective, but Steph seemed almost aggressive in the way she pegged Jarod. Her thrusts grew in force and pace and her expression floated between lusty enjoyment and... spiteful or malicious. She seemed to enjoy every pained groan and whimper that escaped Jarod's mouth. "Uhn... yeah..." Steph panted, "Take it, bitch... I'll teach you to enjoy this... you'll be a slave to my cock, just like your girlfriend!" She cried out as she came. I could imagine her thick penis sheathed in latex pumping her never-ending cum into my boyfriend's rectum, icing his first sodomy with a creampie from a girl. Steph pulled out but she wasn't done so her 'strap-on' continued spewing its hot white spunk onto Jarod's back, to the boy's alarm. "Wha.. what the hell...?" he sputtered weakly. I held him tightly, my heart in conflict. He should not have had to endure this, I should have stopped Steph... I thought, but the sight and scent of Steph's jizz made my head spin. My best friend and my boyfriend... I'd have to talk to Steph about this, but I didn't want to lose either of them. With that in mind, I comforted Jarod in the only way I could think of. "Sshh.. calm down, babe," I murmured soothingly. "It's a just a toy. That's fake cum just for effect. They're pretty realistic these days aren't they?" I looked over my boyfriend's shuddering form. Steph dismounted from the couch, her not-so-faux dick finally flaccid between her thighs. "I think we're done for tonight..." Steph made a cat-like stretch but finally nodded. "Alright. I think I'll go home," she announced quietly. "Taxi?" I asked, surprised. "I have a friend who lives near here, I'll just call in a favor and ask for a ride," Steph explained. She quickly slipped back into her clothes, unconcerned this time with the bulge that formed in her panties as it was soon covered by her skirt. When she was satisfied with her appearance, she offered me a wink and a grin and saw herself out, confirming that she never once considered anything she had done today wrong. I watched three minutes tick by on the clock on the wall. Jarod was just starting to pull himself together but I needed him to sleep for me. With a gentle touch, I draped my arms around his neck, looking sympathetically into his concerned and confused eyes. "Relax, baby. This is just a bad dream..." was the last thing he heard before he deformed. His deflated body collapsed onto me like a blanket, and I picked him up and set him aside as I rose from the couch myself. Padding to my purse, I picked up my phone just in time to receive a call from another friend. "Hello, Eric?" I started but was quickly cut off. "You used it on a guy, too?!" a male voice asked incredulously. "Ugh, I don't know how it will affect male physiology..." "You worry too much, Eric," a female voice whined dismissively. "Men and women aren't that different. We're all human after all." It was a bit distant, but I recognized Steph's voice. I'd been invited to eavesdrop. This had not been part of the plan, but I had a feeling I could expect to hear some interesting things. I wedged the phone between my cheek and shoulder and I began collecting my clothes while I listened. "I'm beginning to wonder about you though, Connor. Agh. I should never have agreed to this," Eric continued to grumble. "Don't be like that, Eric. We're partners in crime here, thick as thieves, you know. We raped that high school boy together once, remember? That was a riot." A ruffling of fabric. "I've got another half hour on your volume booster, wanna play a bit?" "Fuck you," Eric retorted. "Yeah, that's what I said," Steph responded matter-of-factly. "So? Are you... coming?" There was a pause. "You really don't see anything wrong with this. With what you did. What we've been letting you talk us into." Steph's mood soured when she realized Eric was not taking her bait. "What are you going to do, Eric? Tattle? To whom? We're untouchable, Eric? Why shouldn't we do what we want?" She slammed the door to the car. Another pause, broken finally by the sound of the phone moving. "Did you catch all that, Max?" "Yeah," I answered, now fully dressed. "Can you come back and pick me up as well. I'll take care of him. I was afraid this would happen, I'm sorry it had to be one of your friends." "I appreciate the opportunities you've given us, even if Connor doesn't," Eric replied solemnly. "I'll be there in a few minutes." ---- I glanced at Eric as I got out of his car outside Steph's place. He still wore the grim brooding look that had plagued his features since he picked me up. I could tell he was beating himself up over this. That he did not stop his friend, that he even let himself be bullied into helping. I had already tried to console him, it was just as much, if not more my fault. I suspected his frustration at this point came from not being able to help correct the current situation. "I'll do what I can to resolve this right now, but it will fall to you and the others to keep Connor in line going forward," I assured him. Eric nodded. I dug into the purse in my hands and found a key that, if memory served would go to Steph's apartment. The memory that stirred recalled a time when Steph shared her apartment with a friend in her friend's time of need. 'You are always welcome here; think of it as your second home,' she said handing her friend a spare key. Sure enough, the key slid smoothly into the lock and turned with a soft click. I eased open the door and slipped into the darkness inside. I stood just inside holding my breath, listening for any sign of activity. I just barely picked up a muffled sound, from what I seemed to recall was Steph's bathroom. I shed my shoes and tiptoed silently forward. Cracking the bathroom door, I saw a form tied to a chair, sobbing quietly in her helpless state. The original Stephanie, no doubt. My heart twinged of guilt. I enabled this. If not for me, this girl would not have had to endure, or even know of this suffering. I stepped into the bathroom and the captive's head swiveled, trying to identify me, but in the low light I must have appeared as but a shadow to her. Likely a fuzzy, indistinct shadow without her glasses, too. She flinched away and I put her out of her misery with a touch. The tension that preserved the ropes vanished as her body lost its internal form and her bindings fell to the floor with a dull thud. I listened intently for a moment, checking whether the sound had made it to the apartment's other resident. Hearing only my heartbeat after a time, I determined it safe to extract the Stephanie skinsuit from the ropes strung about the chair. I shed my t-shirt and short shorts setting them aside. My panties and bra joined them next. I slipped into Steph's skin with practiced precision, a master of disguise for whom putting on a second or third skin was as simple an act as breathing. When her head settled over mine and her memories began to appear in my mind's eye, I braced myself mentally. The skinsuit began to dump its memories on top of the girl's I already wore. I usually tried to avoid layering live skinsuits; the memory syncing process could be disorienting at first, both visually and mentally. In the moment, imagery from memories bombards you and their vividness can make it difficult to focus on the reality at present. later as well when shouldering the burden of a second set of memories can threaten your sense of self; it's imperative to retain a strong sense of your own identity so you do not lose yourself under your victim's personality. Wearing a second live skinsuit over another multiplies both of these problems several times over. With practice and preparation however, I have learned to endure the initial onslaught, and in cases like these, I did not want to risk spending the time to unsuit from my initial identity first. The bombardment of memories slowed as they caught up with the present and I shared witness of the real Stephanie's miserable last two weeks spent in inhumane captivity. Of how it all started when Steph came home to be ambushed by her doppelganger. How she's been just barely kept alive as a subject for her captor's twisted and tortuous indulgence, having been violated many times and in many ways. There had even been a session just before I had arrived. I shook my head as the visions finally cleared and squinted around the dark bathroom. If memory served, there should be a spare pair of glasses in the medicine cabinet by the sink. Finding them, I brushed some strands of dark brown hair from my face and put them on, bringing what little was visible in the windowless bathroom into focus. Finding the clothing I had arrived in, I clumsily put the attire back on, for now. It still took some feeling around in the dark, but I located the rope left behind by Steph's supernatural escape. The bindings would find use again soon enough. ---- Eric mentioned that Connor was a heavy sleeper and I was thankful he was right. Though I was prepared to grapple the fake Stephanie contentedly snoozing in the nude upon Steph's bed, I was able to tie her wrists and ankles to her bed frame with the rope without waking her. I alighted from the bed to examine my handiwork. Connor's peaceful expression contrasted with the stiff spread eagle position I had forced him into. I had considered seeing how long it would take for him to wake on his own, but then I remembered that Eric was still waiting for us outside. I would have to wake Connor more forcefully. Giving the mental command as I pulled aside the front of my panties to spread the folds of my pussy, I felt my hidden member leave its secret holding pouch and enter my uterus. It slid through my corridor and with a little push poked out between my labia, slithering out to its full nine hard inches. Its length was slick with vaginal fluids from its trip, acting as a natural lubricant that squelched in my hand as I stroked it. One of Steph's recent memories floated to the forefront of my mind. Not half an hour ago, Connor had been entertaining himself with Steph's bound body in a certain way... I climbed back onto the bed and straddled Connor's stomach, letting my shaft slide between his breasts. Taking one in each hand, I began shifting my hips, helping myself to a titjob. I pushed forward, sliding the tip of my cock up until it kissed his lips, my precum leaving a thin rope of clear goo. I bit my lip in concentration as I used my combination of Gifts to induce an ejaculation. The feeling of my jizz building up inside my still hidden balls and then funneling down my long shaft before finally bursting out of the end to splatter thickly over Connor's face was an understandably addicting feeling. I could not blame Connor and even Eric and the rest of their friends for taking advantage of the skinsuits I had provided them to relive this experience in new ways, I mused as my cum spilled out over his pretty face, some making it into his mouth. Even if I was an inappropriate judge, there was no one else who could hold these kids accountable besides me. The boy in hiding woke with a cough. "What the fu-" More coughing, followed by alarmed writhing as Connor discovered his bindings. He squinted at me though the one eye not covered by my facial, and as he took in the image of my Stephanie form looming on top of him, cock laying heavily on in his cleavage, his mind grasped for an explanation. I idly began to shake my hips once more, taking Connor's breasts in each hand and smushing them around my shaft, pleasuring myself against his soft, ill-deserved flesh. "This may seem hypocritical coming from me like this but, morality... empathy may be one of the most important concepts that separate men from beasts..." I began, half lecturing, half simply thinking aloud. "I'll not criticize you for using skinsuits to fool around, you all have done plenty of that already." "Ughn..." Connor grunted under my grinding hips. "Eric, you bastard...? No... wait... Max...? Was it?" I kept my face stern despite the growing pressure in my crotch. I continued as if he had not interrupted. "But despite your rampant 'sexcapades,' your group has still been cautious. Whether out of concern of being caught or out of courtesy for your victims, you four have been careful not to cause any lasting damage. Well, traumatizing one 'fuccboi douchebag' may count as lasting damage, but he came out of the experience a better person. I'm no saint, but I think I can forgive that one for resulting in a net positive for the world." I let go of Connor's chest handles and rose to my haunches. "But this, Connor." I held up Stephanie's wrists where bruises from her extended bindings were still clearly visible, even in the low light. "It may be an arbitrary line in this shady business of skinsuits, but you've crossed it." Connor glared up at me rebelliously despite his restraints. "What did you expect, giving us the ultimate masks of anonymity," he spat. "Surely you've seen sandbox video games - no one plays those by the regular rules of society, they're meant for us to explore a world without consequences. They should have already shown you what would happen if you gave someone the power to be more than the average man." "In the real world, even these 'ultimate masks' don't waive your actions from having consequences. They may help you run from responsibility, but the consequences still happen, and you may be surprised at how repercussions can catch up with you..." I trailed off, my rambling had wandered into a part of my history I often wanted to forget. "In any event, I regret sharing skinsuits with you, but I no longer have the ability to force you to forget about them, so now I'm left with the task of finding a different punishment, and I have an idea. You get to be a guinea pig once more, so prepare yourself." Connor stiffened, though his expression remained unrepentant. Reaching forward, I grabbed his head in my hands and tapped once more into my Gift. I knew it was within my Gift's power to alter skinsuits that I had made, but this was my first time attempting while one was actively being worn still. Fortunately, the principals were the same and in moments, I saw Connor's false face morph between my palms. His nose grew longer and harsher, his lower jaw shifted forward a bit, and his eyes sunk a bit. Steph's dark brown hair thinned and lost its healthy luster. I moved down to his chest, cupping one in each hand, they grew more bloated. Making it up as I went, I climbed off his stomach and crawled around back between his legs. Coaxing my cock back to erection, I braced my hands on his hips. "You've been pitching all day, Connor, why don't you try catching for a change," I suggested as I shoved my thick rod into his ass. He cried out, but I grabbed a stray pair of panties from nearby and stuffed them in his mouth. It did remind me that I should change his voice as well. Through our rough genital contact, I continued to send modifications to the skinsuit's properties. Lower his voice a little, stiffen his knees and elbows, sharpen his sense of taste, slowed his metabolism. I clenched my teeth as I felt myself cum again. My seed poured out into his rectum and I told the skinsuit to convert my jizz into fat and add it to various places. His forearms, neck and cheeks, his stomach, his hips and thighs, they all pudged out a bit. When I was satisfied with the amount of flab, I pulled out and shot the rest of my load over his helpless form. Finally, I leaned in to kiss his cunt, issuing two final changes. The first, I cranked up his sex drive several notches. Second, I locked him inside - revoking his permission to give the suit mental commands such as releasing his male genitals and opening the seam in the back. He would was stuck in this form, unattractive, but perpetually horny, unable to satisfy his male urges he would have to make do with female pleasure. "Your friends were the first outsiders I've attempted to share my skinsuits with in a long time. In a sense, I'm a little thankful you went AWOL as it forced me to consider how to handle this situation. I'm sure I'll come up with a better solution later, now that I have more to think about, but this will do for now. "If you haven't noticed yet, you're stuck like that. I've sealed you inside that suit and I'm the only one who can release you from your fleshy prison. I'm handing you over to your friends after this. Their punishment for failing to stop you is figuring out what to do with you now. Only when you've proven to me that you're capable of using these 'ultimate masks' with some moral responsibility, will I consider freeing you." Connor screamed, but it was muffled by his gag. I had said my peace, as sloppy as it had been. I padded back to the bathroom where I left my purse and picked out my phone. I tapped the last number in my call history. "I'm done with him. We're in room 202. Come pick him up. I'll explain more when you get here." ---- Eric's vehicle quickly disappeared into the dark blanket of the late summer rain. Connor had put up a fight at first, but Eric helped subdue him and he sullenly got into the car without further protest. I myself returned to Steph's apartment, locking the door behind me. Silent save for the pitter patter of the precipitation, I looked around the apartment's sorry state. Steph's memories suggested that she took reasonably good care of her place so the random trash bags, pizza boxes and dirty laundry strewn about not just the bedroom but also the living room were further testaments to Connor's careless rampage. Cleaning up the place for her was the least I could do, and it gave me some solitary time to brood. Connor's case had been a bust, a failure up to this point, but the other three, especially Eric, had been fascinating to watch experiment with the skinsuits. Seeing them test new boundaries, and make discoveries about themselves and the world around them when seeing it through different eyes reminded me of my own childhood spent among my gang of fellow orphans doing much the same thing. My friends and I have done our fair share of immoral things. Sometimes we hid behind the justification of 'doing what we had to to survive,' but even we knew that was not always true. I heaved a sigh, feeling the drip of rainwater trickle through Stephanie's scalp. I got wet bringing all the trash out. But having done that I was finished with the clean up, and no longer needed Steph's memories to know what belonged where and what could be thrown out. I took a quick shower for her benefit, and, toweling off, wandered into her bedroom to stand in front of her full body mirror. Stephanie was a good looking girl. She took good care of herself and her appearance, she was a kind friend and a diligent student. She had not deserved any of this, but even after thinking about it, I was at a loss for how to compensate her. For now, I decided I had worn her for long enough. Sitting on the bare bed (the sheets were in the wash after the earlier messy sex), I stripped out of Steph's skin. The mirror showed the surreal metamorphosis as a lighter brown haired girl emerged from the back of the darker brunette. I set Steph reverently on the bed next to me and glanced at the mirror once more. Hailey was not quite as fit as Steph, but since she had moved back to her hometown to get a masters degree at the local college after an undergraduate tour abroad, the old friend had appointed herself Hailey's work out buddy and they had been off to a good start before Connor literally invaded their lives. I skinned and took over Hailey for today to check on Connor after Eric tipped me off that Connor was up to no good. Did I have any right to take the moral high ground against Connor after having been just as invasive to Hailey? I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me. But in truth, I'm guilty of even worse offenses. Hailey's face deformed and fell away as I pulled her off of my form. Long tresses of platinum blonde hair breached from the seam that opened in Hailey's back. I stepped out of the young woman's legs and set her next to her friend on the bed. The mirror reflected my true sin. Caetlyn Portland looked as gorgeous as the first day I laid eyes on her (even after dyeing her hair). Seeing her delicious curves in the mirror, from her tight waist out to her soft hips and her bountiful bosom, it was difficult to resist sliding my cock out from its hiding place behind her cunt and rubbing one out just to the sight of her alone. I am a hypocrite. For all I condemned Connor for taking over Steph's life, nothing he had done or could do would match what I stole from Caetlyn. I took her life, and my mistakes ruined her reputation, destroyed her family, and even endangered my own friends. Yet I insisted on keeping her. Maybe somewhere along the line, I figured that, after going through all that hardship, I might as well continue to wear her. She would not be better off if I revived her. On the contrary, everyone she used to know died years ago and probably died still hating her, thanks to me. In the last hundred some years, since discovering that wearing my skinsuits suspends aging of the wearer, I have taken Caetlyn off fewer than ten times. Our minds have melded at this point, and wearing a second skinsuit over top of her feels no different than putting on just one. Perhaps it was her personality's effect on me that made me react to Connor's misadventure so strongly. The morality of a doctor mixed with my guilt. I glanced down, through the uncanny valley and realized that my willpower had once again fell short. Without noticing, I had my dick in Caetlyn's hands, stroking it gently. It's natural five and a half inches felt minuscule compared to inflated eight to ten inch monster cocks I usually play with. One of my hands floated up to my bust, where I began to knead one of my breasts. I glanced at my reflection and saw my goddess both masturbating and servicing me at the same time, and with an impassioned gasp, I came again, my thick load splattering on the mirror. Another mess. I teetered a few steps forward till I felt my knees give out and I plopped down in the puddle of my own cum. I leaned in and kissed my messy reflection on the lips, pressing my front against the cool but sticky glass. I had grown quite skilled at making and cleaning up messes in my unnaturally long lifetime. And any damage that couldn't be fix, well, I'd learned to find a way to cover it up.