Forbidden Fruit
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Vincent Defern was a man just hitting his stride. The 19 year old
Caucasian man had a slender frame, slicked back black hair and
practically a permanent smile on his face. Especially now, now that he
was so close to...very special fun. He hadn't bothered to shave this
morning...since that wouldn't be relevant soon, and he'd gotten dressed
quickly in a combo of jeans and a blue t-shirt. He was sitting on an a
park bench overlooking a neighborhood, eyes focussed on one house on the
other side of the park.
"Bait time." He looked down on his phone, sending a text message to his
best friend Carl Orthen.
||Ey, man, come to my place, I've got a surpise for you.||
||Allright, I'll be on my way.||
Vincent didnt need to wait long before he could see Carl leave his home,
get in his car and drive away.
"Right, round trip to my place, plus some confused waiting. 30 minutes.
Tops."
Vincent got up, and walked with a brisk pace to the two-floored wooden
suburban house painted a sharp shade of white with a red roof. It was a
place he'd visited many times before, but this time it was
with...hostile intent. He rang the doorbell and waited.
Miss Aren Orthen was a woman in her mid forties, but time hadn't caught
up with her too much yet. A tall blonde woman with a warm face and an
ever warmer smile. While her figure wasn't anything of much note, her
face had always been the prettiest part of her. 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 cakemix in a bit of confusion,
wiping some cough. "Didn't Carl just leave? Maybe he forgot
something..."
She opened the door to see Carl's best friend standing there. "Hey miss
Orthen, I'm sorry to barge in unnannoucned 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 acted
frustration. "I don't even know where i left them...maybe the garage?"
"Carl just left, he didn't really say where to though. But I'll gladly
help you look. Come on in." Vincent's eyes darted around the room as
Aren turned around. No one to be seen at all. No one to notice. Well,
for now there was too much of a view from the outside into the house
through the big glass windows on the right. As he followed behind her he
reached in his pocket. One quick look to the side, making sure the view
was blocked. One look up the stairs to the right, one more to the left.
"So where did you say you left it again?" Aren smiled at Vincent before
her smile faded. "What is..." Vincent took the shot with his newly
bought skinsuit gun, and Aren collapsed in front of him, as a pile of
clothes and empty skin. Again he looked around nervously as he quickly
lapped up the skin and clothing and put it in his backpack, folding it
indiscriminately before quickly closing the zipper shut. He raced up the
stairs, making sure not to make too much sound as he rushed into the
bathroom, locking the door behind him.
He checked the time. 25 minutes to go. Easy. Vincent had been working on
this two times before. Every time on a hooker he'd paid. It was not
just...so much fun, but even profitable. Now he was going to do it with
someone he knew. This plan had been in his mind every since he got hand
of this handy device. And ever since Carl had been struggeling with his
forbidden fruit. The one line he could never cross no matter how much
he'd like to.
Vincent opened his backpack, quickly pulling out the dressed suit. 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
untill it sprung free to it's 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 in the most special way. He picked up the skinsuit, fondeling the
deflated tits as a joke, his erection poking against her vagina.
"Open wide." He lowered the skinsuit to below his raised left leg,
opening her mouth wide with both arms. One of the...oddities of this is
that it required the user to physically climb into the suit via an
extended orifice. 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 untill his foot was fully inside the
suit, her lips tightly wrapped around it like a 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 suits legs.
Now...her mouth was halfway up his body. It looked like something out a
horror movie.
But carried on, pushing his cock into place into her lower pelvis,
giggeling slightly as it fused. Miss Aren's stretched out lips reaching
up to his chest. With a firm stretch Vincent slid fully inside, hands
and face dissapearing inside Aren's mis-shaped form. The rest of her
body suddenly snapped into place...except for the arms. Aren smiled as
suddenly both of her arms seemed to fill out from her chest.
"All ready." The transformation was complete and she smiled, her eyes
rolling all around as she gazed in the mirror. Immediately she pulled
out Vincents phone, posed sexily and took a few selfies. She sat on the
toilet, spread her legs wide and started filming. She moaned, but not
too loud as she began to furiously masturbate with her tender feeling
fingers. Vincent had done this before, slipping into the bodies of two
prostitutes, doing some of their work as them...and taking the money for
himself afterwards. He definitly had had a few very fun and prosperous
few weekends but this one...was going to be personal.
For YEARS, and YEARS he had heard his best friend moan about just how
sexy his siter was and how he 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 over it.
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 mother, dripping slightly from
below smiled. ||Somethings come up, I had to head out. Maybe next
time.||
||Alright man, just...say it ahead of time, now I wasted gas on you.||
Aren got dressed quickly, looking back at the pretty view in the mirror.
The illusion complete outside of the fact that Miss Orthen was wielding
a skinsuit gun and Vincent's phone in her hand. She put her blonde hair
back in the crop, smiling as she noticed she still had some white
cakemix on her face from...the orginal Aren's cooking.
"Oh well." She unlocked the bathroom door making sure there was no
evidence of Vincent ever having been there.
Aren Orthen was exactly the same as a mere 10 minutes ago...except she
was walking far more sensually then before, enjoying every strut of her
legs, the slight flapping of her apron...the new knowledge that now
rolled around inside her as Vincent gained full acess to the memories of
his best friends mother. Immediately he dug through to the naughty
naughty memories, first kiss, first BJ, and such.
It took quite some self control to not stop and masturbate again.
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Aren leaned around the corner of Maxine's room, spotting "her" daughter
lounging around on her bed, watching some terrible womens show about
people with weight problems. Vincent had indeed become a forty-five year
old houswife but that didnt really change his preferences in television.
Maxine was in many ways simply a copy of Aren in personality, but a
definite improvement in looks. A good looking woman aged 22, literally a
younger version of her mother She hadnt bothered to do much makeup today
but she was so naturally blessed that she still looked stunning. She was
wearing some casualwear 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 but not entirely so. Her propotions
were not specifically spectacualar but certainly better then her
mothers.
"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'd done the dishes
yesterday, and i'll do the laundry tomorrow, allright? 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 didnt' seem
too concerned related to the fact that the gun looked like something out
of a comic book. As Aren pulled the trigger Maxine didn't even grap nor
respond as the sudden beam hit her, making her collapse into a deflated
skinsuit on her own bed. Aren smiled as prounced 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. 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 on the reflection in the TV screen, waiting untill it
fully dissapeared inside her. "That should teach you to not watch TV
when your mother is in the room.
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 more then a second to strip it clean of any clothes. Aren
flicked a button on Vincent's remote 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 hand 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, dissapearing in the now
slowly filling up form of her own daughter, the lower half of her
clothed mother sticking around the back. It looked like the world's
wierdest rimjob at best. 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. Finally, she pulled in two of her legs inside.
Not mere then a moment that the insertion was complete, did Maxine's
rear pull itself shut. One moment later the force inside Maxine seemed
to dissapear and she regained her full form, her empty eyes filling up
with her perfect blue irises.
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 her mothers insides.
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 on 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 fully. With a moan, Vincent's
balls plopped out, his entire erection covered in vaginal fluids.
He could feel himself be close already, tip fully purple. Now the mere
touch of Maxines gentle soft hands grabbing him by he tip. Maxine pulled
out vincents phone inmediately 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 deposted
her( or rather Vincents load across the bedsheets.
Normally he wouldve taken more caution but both the daughter and mother
wouldnt be around for the weeken so that gave her time to clean up
afterwards. Five minutes.
"Okay, okay! Time to go." Maxine first retracted her still erect male
genitals which dissapeared into that bump under her belly button that
then dissapeared into nothing. After just cleaning herself up, she got
dressed quickly but deliberately left out any sort of underwear , more
intent on creating an illusion then getting dressed.
A buzz went off. Times up. Maxine checked herself in the mirror before
heading downstairs. 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 hed ignored Aren's and Maxine's
mannerisms now he effortlessly slipped into Maxine's.
"Time to play."
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Carls mood had soured a bit ever since Vincent blew him off like that.
He wasnt really that pissed...just annoued. He unlocked the front door
and prepared to storm up to his room and play some games
"Hey bro." 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 wonans memory couldnt make Vincent enjoy this lame
TV show.
"Hi sis. AC in your room broke down again?"
"Yeah. Cmere." Maxime motioned on the empty spot next to her on the
couch as she turned off the TV. "Ma had some buisness shit come up so
she had to leave."
"But her car is still here."
"She got picked up by someone." Maxine didnt give him time to think.
"What happened, thought you were going to Vincent's?"
"As was I but when i got there he suddenly didnt show."
"Weird." If Vincent wasnt an actor Maxine wouldve smirked at him. "We
need to talk."
Maxine positoned herself that 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."
Carls cheeks turned beet red and he turned away.
"Im sorry. Im sorry I didnt mean to..."
"But you did." Maxine wagged with her finger. "And I know youve been
staring at me like that for quite a while."
Carls cheeks somehow got even redder.
"Why dont we skip the staring and go to fucking." She grabbed her
brother by the crotch and could feel the bulge respond instantly.
"W-W-W-WHAT?" He seemed to freeze in place letting out an unmanly squeek
in response to this.
"I want you inside me Carl...now let's go."
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 for 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.
Not that he had much time to think as she finished dragging him to her
room, 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..unlike her. He stopped for a moment.
Then she dropped her panties and skirt, showing her lower half fully
naked. Sure, he'd seen it before once when he accidentily intercepted
her in the shower once when he wanted to shower himself. 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.
"Fuck it." Carl set his erection free, removing his black shirt and
awkwardly approaching his sister. Vincent had seen it before, once in a
game of "comparing dick size," and this was half of the reason why he
got into this...double suit. Carl was hung, with a thick, veiny erection
and extremely hairy balls, peeking forward with a slight bend to the
left
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 positioning before sliding inside
her. 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 of your shirt, show me your
tities, sister."
"Yes brother." Maxine took a moment to pull off her shirt, letting her
breasts bounce with every thrust.
"God, I can't believe this is happening, this is so incredible?"
"I know, I know, pull out, let me get a good taste." Both of them moaned
for a second as the intimite 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
four with a big smile. 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 agressively deepthroat 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 vigor. 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 was possible as far and wide as she could. Her breasts
and face were dripping with cum, as she continued to stroke Carl long
untill he was done. She let go, cleaning up Carls cock with a long,
sensual suck, lips touching his balls, Maxine easily fighting off the
acid reflux with ease.
"So...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 flat, "What?"
"HOW...the hell?"
"You remember my cock from that one time?"
"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 back
pocket. "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 her face distored,
her hair falling back. Her other hand grabbing around her lower lip,
Maxine's lips stretching in many many different ways lower and lower,
untill 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.' And if you have nothing to say outside of what the fuck,
then don't say it. 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 do 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. 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 become your own sister?"
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