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Soft jazz music was playing in the background at Gran Morte's. Waiters
were walking in and out of the kitchen, each one carrying hot plates of
food soaked in fancy dressing to a well-playing customer base.
Grace and Aren Orthen were sitting at a table for two in a corner
speaking about things that wouldn't be very normal for two forty-year-old
women. How they liked the latest Call of Duty game, how big the tits were
on the Asian woman that sat a few tables ahead of them, how their sports
team had done in the latest match.
Grace and Aren were played by Vincent and Carl, of course.
Aren wore a miniskirt-length hem black dress with a plunging neckline and
black lace sleeves. She was wearing black high-heeled pumps which the
real Aren's memories allowed her to comfortably wear and walk around in.
Her blond hair was styled in an attractive side plait with some dark
eyeshadow and ruby red lips.
Grace was in a black pantsuit, with a white top underneath which showed
off plenty of skin. High-heeled boots which reached up to her ankles.
They were black with a dark heel and a scarlet sole. Her lovely, bright
ginger hair was in a bun on top of her head, showing off her neck. For
makeup, she had a combination dark eyeshadow, purple mascara, and the
same ruby red lipstick
"So Maxine won't be home till 5 in the afternoon which means we've still
got two hours to mess around." On the side of their table stood two bags
filled with new clothes.
"Yeah but there's only so much we can do wasting it in this restaurant,"
Aren interjected with a distracted look on her face.
"Let's do it."
"What, here?" Aren shook her head. "That'd be a disaster, V."
"Well, duh, not here. In the ladies room, of course. Two girls, one
stall."
Aren giggled. "Wow...that's just...so wrong."
Underneath the table, Grace lifted up her high-heeled foot up and rubbed
her heel against Aren's crotch. Aren blushed and smiled sheepishly.
"Okay, okay sure." The two ladies got up from their seats and headed off
to the fancy marble ladies room.
"You go up front." The stalls actually were separate rooms with thick
walls in between. It was...quite an odd design that they had never seen
before, but it would give them a lot of privacy. Down below in the
corner, there was a strange open space; small enough to where a snake
could crawl through. It was connected with the other stalls for some
reason.
Still, Grace and Aren walked in and locked the door behind them. The room
was decently spacious for a bathroom stall. The two women began
undressing rapidly. Two best friends...in minds and bodies. Vincent as
Grace, Carl as Aren. They had never been closer as they were now. Like
Carl had said, it was so wrong but felt so right.
"How about we both pull them out?" Grace said as she played with her tits
and released her red hair.
"Okay, sure!" Aren smiled as she reached for her nether regions. Grace
matched his movements as both the sounds of self-stimulation escaped
their mouths. Two hands reached deeply inside their nether regions and
began to tug. Both began to get soaked in their fluids until, with a
satisfying "plop", two cocks came free. Aren's was quite a bit bigger
than Grace's in both girth and length. Vincent/Grace had to admit it was
one of the bigger appeals of Carl outside of his personality and their
friendship. Not impressive muscle wise, but boy, was he hung.
"So who's on top?"
Grace responded by kneeling down and taking Aren's meat in her mouth with
a smile.
"Oh, oh, oh wow, V...Grace," Aren gasped.
Grace went deeper and deeper until her nose hit the underside of Aren's
belly. One hand firmly grabbed Aren's ass while the other made a fist and
pounded away at Aren's anus until it gave way. Grace began fisting Aren's
ass while simultaneously giving her a high-powered, frantic blowjob.
"Ah...ah...you're not giving me a break, Grace."
What followed were a few muffled, if clearly affirmative noises as the
pressure on Aren continued to build.
"I can't believe we're doing this in public!" Aren sighed and moaned as
the pressure finally released into Grace's mouth, squirting a great deal
down her throat. Grace effortlessly devoured it whole. She had expertise
in such things, continuing to gobble down Carl's cock until Aren's
feminine moans subsided. Aren had both of her hands massaging her own
massive breasts to keep herself aroused, pinching her nipples as well.
Grace pulled her fist out of Aren's ass and began to furiously masturbate
with the fully erect cock pressing from her folds. Her nose pressed
against Aren's skin, squeezing it tight as her tongue was on cleaning
duty. Her mouth continued to stimulate Aren even after release, milking
Carl's cock for every last drop while cumming herself, splattering
Vincent's load all over the bathroom floor and the edges of the toilet.
Grace worked herself until Aren was dry before feeling satisfied.
With a cheerful "sssshhhlorp" Grace freed herself from Aren's cock and
smiled. "You're welcome, bestie!"
"Oh God, that was good. You really know how to work your new body,
Vincent."
Grace bit her lip for a bit as her cock retracted within and Aren did the
same. "Let's clean up and get dressed again."
"Yeah I'd actually just want to head home." Aren was already hoisting her
breasts into her bra. Undressing and getting dressed as a female was
coming quite naturally and soon the two ladies were ready to go out. As
they stepped out of the stall, both of them froze.
A woman with short, black hair, and thin-rimmed, black glasses in an
office outfit glared at both them and the cumstain on the ground.
Inside Grace and Aren, Vincent and Carl just didn't know how to respond
to being caught, too shocked to do anything.
She wasn't impressed. "Please pay your bills and leave quietly."
"Yes ma'am." Grace took initiative and pulled Aren along past the quiet,
still-fuming woman.
She reached for her phone and barked into it. "Cleanup, women's bathroom.
Regular affair." Satisfied, she took a different stall and occupied it
for herself, not noticing the strange, redheaded woman that was following
not far behind her.
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As they left the restaurant, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Man that was close."
"Yeah...let's not do that in public ever again." The two of them got into
Grace's SUV with the tinted windows and Aren drove them home.
"It's funny how being other people makes us feel even closer than we've
ever been before."
Vincent looked in the rearview mirror and smiled. A hot redheaded lesbian
MILF with a nice rack smiled back. The smirk continued as she unbuttoned
herself and let her breasts hang freely. "Now this is the biggest
advantage of these suits. Tits. Anytime, anywhere. And I get to enjoy
feeling them, in addition to feeling from them, of course."
Aren's eyes flickered to the right for a moment before she looked
straight ahead with a stern look. "I'm driving. Don't distract me."
"I'm distracting myself." Grace fondled and cupped her breasts. "Do you
mind?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Okay." Grace reached in her purse and pulled out a big purple dildo,
ribbed quite intensely for her pleasure.
"When did you buy that!?!"
"A girl's gotta have her toys." With one, swift movement she lowered her
panties, revealing her crotch, dripping wet. With the touch of a button
it began to vibrate loudly as she violently shoved it inside her hairy
vagina, pushing beyond the base of her lips, which stretched with ease.
After a few moans she covered herself up again, a few aroused noises
escaping now and then.
Carl, inside Aren, was equally jealous and annoyed. He tried to keep his
thoughts on track until the car finally pulled up to the driveway.
"All right, we're here, I've got something new for you, Aren."
"Man you're really on a roll. Don't you need to pull that thing out
first?" Aren locked Grace's car and opened the front door.
"Just you wait around. I'll be right back." With another one of Vincent's
cheeky smiles, Grace left Aren behind to lounge around. Inside Aren, Carl
realized that he was wearing the only authority figure in the house and
thus, nobody would be able to stop him if he were to eat a bucket of ice
cream on the couch. And so it was done.
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Grace entered Carl's room and shut the door behind her. "All right, all
right...what to do." She reached in her purse for a moment pulling out
the skinsuit gun. She checked the little screen on the back that showed
him the forms Vincent had copied and could reproduce at any moment. He
had a few choices. He had Aren, Grace, and several of his pretty
prostitutes that he had sought out from different cities so that they
wouldn't run into "themselves" later on. Oh, and Carl.
She chuckled. "Oh that's fantastic." She aimed on Carl's bed and fired,
and upon impact a deflated skinsuit appeared. A moderately muscular,
average looking guy with blonde hair who was quite hung, more so than
Vincent himself was.
"Time to turn the tables on him, again."
Grace stepped out of her pantsuit and flung it aside. With a confident
smirk she fully undressed, stepping out of her panties and sniffing them.
"Gamer Girl panties, sweet! But first, time to give birth." She put her
hands against the wall and began to apply pressure, working her insides.
"Nnngh, come on, come on, don't make me get you." From the inside, her
labial lips parted as the base of the dildo came out. After a bit more
pushing, the sex toy smoothly slid out and hit the floor.
"I'll save you for later," Grace commented whimsically as she stepped
over to Carl's suit. With one last look in the mirror she began her work.
Sitting her fine ass down on the bed, she grabbed the Carl skinsuit and
held it up in front of her.
"It's a shame Grace had to leave." She flipped the suit around and looked
at the Carl suit's anus. "Up yours, Carl."
She put her middle finger in between both cheeks and pressed it inside
through the hole. Another finger, and then a hand, two hands pulling it
really wide, distorting it until she could fit her head in. And so she
did, turning this odd scene into something out of a body horror film as
Grace's body stuck out of Carl's ass. Pushing forward with both hands,
pulling the skinsuit down; ascending into it. She grabbed bits of skin
and pulled until Carl's chest collapsed and then slowly reformed. Carl
now was half-formed, his upper half ready while his lower half was still
feminine. With his new masculine hands he began to grasp his own ass,
pulling it open wide as two feminine legs stepped in. With a moment of
delay, Carl Orthen was sitting on his bed fully nude, his erection slowly
but surely taking form.
"All right, now to get dressed again." Carl opened his closet when the
purple dildo caught his eye. "In a bit."
He picked up the sex toy, still covered in Grace's (and thus his own)
juices and held it below his anus. He sat down, and the toy was forced
inside him. All the pent up sexual pressure exploded physically, as Carl
shot his load all over the floor with a few subdued moans. His cock was
twitching and he was shooting an impressive amount (a side effect of this
being Skinsuit Carl, not the real Carl). Even without touch it was an
absolute beauty of an orgasm.
"Oh...man." Carl sighed in relief as he fell back onto his bed. "I didn't
know a male skinsuit would be this intense."
He looked to the left and saw a set of discarded clothing belonging to
him.
"Ah, even better. He dumped those a day ago." A dark T-shirt and some
light green shorts. A bit bland, Carl thought to himself, a bit bland,
but that was to be expected of men's wear compared to the exuberance of
women's fashion."
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Carl stepped onto the ground floor, all the blinds had been shut and the
lights were on, even though it was in the middle of the afternoon. Good,
Carl thought to himself, that meant that the real Carl was ready for some
wild sex.
He could hear the TV playing and as he entered the living room to see
Aren sitting there, mostly undressed with genitals and tits hanging out
and melted ice cream all over herself. The empty container was dumped
next to her. She was just sitting there, one finger idly touching her
nether regions.
"MOM!?!" Carl faked shock and horror as he flinched. Aren, on her end,
just looked equally shocked and blurted out: "ME!?!"
"And you always told me to clean up after myself, look at this mess!"
"No no no no." Aren rose to her feet, standing upright with ice cream
dripping all over. "You can't be me, I won't have sex with myself. That's
like...even more wrong, Vincent!"
"Oh, really?" Carl smiled, walked up to his mother and with both hands
pushed her back on the couch. The whole roughness of it caught Aren
completely off guard and she sat there for a few seconds just
reconsidering.
"Let me clean up for you, mom." Carl lowered his boxers, his erection
leaping back to life as if he hadn't just completely emptied itself out a
few minutes ago. He leaned forward and let his tongue lick off some of
the spilled ice cream on her left nipple.
Any protest that the real Carl had was gone the moment fake Carl reached
her nipple. "Oh, oh, ah, that's sensitive."
With long confident swirls Carl dutifully cleaned her up, taking pleasure
in having both of his hands fondle Aren's breasts. He now fully leaned
over her, his cock not that far from her dripping vagina. Aren reached
back and grasped onto the fabric on the couch.
"Oh, you're leaking, let me plug that up." Aren flinched as "his" own
cock entered down below; "Carl's" plunger sliding all the way into her
well lubricated hole.
"OooOOooh, that's good, that's good, don't stop."
"I didn't plan to, real Carl. Told you I'd mix it up. But I didn't expect
you'd invite me in with a lot of sweetness."
"Oh that was just me being...sloppy. Just wanted to eat a bunch of ice
cream without mom screaming at me. Or me screaming at myself." She let
out a little giggle that got interrupted by Carl picking up pace. He
grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her close. Both of them looked
each other in the eye, not paying any attention to the world around them.
Of course, Maxine initially didn't make a sound as she stared at her own
mother and brother making love. She had gotten the afternoon off due to a
bit of luck and had just walked into the living room. There they were
going at it, kissing, fucking, passionately so. She must have stood there
for a full ten seconds before she screamed out "WHAT THE HELL?!?"
"Not again!"
"Oh shit, Maxine. What are you doing home?"
"You...you two are having sex."
"Yep, but it gets worse actually." Carl looked at her and smiled.
"I...I'm going to pack my things and leave. I can't live in a house where
this...THIS is going on!"
"Hold on, hold on, we're not actually who you think we are."
"What, what are you doing Vincent, I mean, Carl?!" Aren protested.
His dick still inside her, he just continued to pump into her exposed
nether region as if Maxine wasn't there.
"Hold on Maxine, it gets better."
"How! How the hell could this get better."
"I'm not Carl and that's not your mother." Vincent pointed to Aren.
"That's Carl."
"Seriously, shut up, Carl." Both Maxine and Aren said the same words at
the same time.
Carl reached for Aren's mouth and put his fingers into it, pulling it
wide and revealing the very sweaty face of the real Carl.
"Tadaa!" Carl was now making love to himself, except the real Carl had
Aren's body below the neck.
"Oh my god!" Maxine just stood there in utter shock, not knowing to
respond.
"Don't worry, you won't remember a thing." Carl reached in his pocket and
zapped her.
She didn't even scream, frozen in shock and horror. Her deflated skinsuit
toppled over and hit the floor.
"What the hell, man!" The real carl said.
"She won't remember anything, I timed it. Less than five minutes since
she saw us going at it." Fake Carl pulled out, his tip purple and leaking
pre. "You'd best put your face back on."
"Ah..." Real Carl's feminine body was still aching, craving to get
penetrated and he felt the urge to fling himself at fake Carl and beg for
his own cock. She tugged at Aren's face and put it back into place.
"So do you want to continue?"
"Yes! Yes please! This body, it wants you, V....Carl, damn it!" She was
sweaty as hell as she basically grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged
him back to the couch.
"Let's finish what we started." Aren sat back in her old position,
letting go of Carl's shoulders to firmly grasp his cock instead. With her
legs split into a spread eagle, she gently guided him back inside.
"Look at you being all eager, a few days ago you were scared of
temporarily becoming a female. And now you're your own mom being banged
by you yourself." "Carl" chuckled at the strange sentence he had
constructed. But this was what was happening nonetheless.
Both of them were sweating, panting, moaning, gasping for breath as they
came closer and closer together in between Carl's powerful thrusts. "It's
fun being other people wouldn't you agree?"
"Ah yes! YES! It's so much fun. I cant believe how good this feels."
"It's about to get even better." That was all he could say before he
came, depositing his load inside her. She matched it by squirting all
over his cock as their juices mixed within Aren's vagina. "Nnnngh, oh God
what if I get my own mom pregnant. Oh that's awful."
Carl grabbed Aren by the chin. "It doesn't work like that, you can't get
pregnant while suited up and trust me, no evidence will remain."
Carl continued to hump his mother until he was fully done. Slowly, he
pulled his fluid-covered rod out of her snatch with a smile.
"All right...now that that's finished, we've got to release Grace. Maxine
is already here and we shouldn't make it more complicated. Aaaand..."
Carl twirled comically with his dick flopping about while Aren just sat
there, basking in the afterglow. He picked up the skinsuit gun, flicked a
switch and pointed it at his temple.
"Check this trick." Before Aren could react Carl fired upon himself and
he disappeared. Standing there before Aren, who was leaking onto the
couch, was the naked form of Grace.
"H-how did you do that?"
"It was a copy skinsuit. They disappear with a single shot of the delete
function, you know that I told you before."
"Ah." Clearly Aren was still out of it.
"So here's what we do. You take a shower and get dressed properly as Aren
while I clean up, get out of Grace and into Maxine again. From there we
restore Grace and send her on her way for now. And if we ever need her
again, we've got her form saved in this gun."
"Allright, alright. I could use a shower, actually." She stood up and
slowly walked upstairs, leaving a trail of goo behind her.
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Aren already was naked to begin with, so she just slipped under the
shower and enjoyed the feeling of hot water hitting her body. Cum and
sweat dripped off of her as she cleaned herself with the soft feminine
soap the real Carl would never use. But now, in his mother's body, it
felt quite appropriate. The pink bottle was labelled "Peach Love Deep
Moisturizer" and filled with some blabbering text about "Restoring your
shine" and "Feminine Aura's".
Even though he was in a female body, Carl still couldn't care much about
"femininity" outside of the base mannerisms that he obtained from wearing
these female skins. She scrubbed herself pretty clean, almost dozing off
mentally with her hands at her side. Halfway through a sudden thought
popped up. "I'm in a hot body. Oh. Right!"
Now the shower was getting really steamy as Aren began "fully" cleaning
out her nether regions and rubbing her own nipples. With a cheeky smirk
she picked up the shower head and pointed it directly at her vagina. The
streams were extremely pleasurable, especially so once Aren put it on max
power.
She had lost track of the time until Maxine entered the bathroom. Fully
naked, she looked most like a younger and more shapely version of
herself. With every step, Maxine's comfy looking D's bounced along
slightly.
"Hey ma," she said in the exact same tone as the real Maxine did. " I got
Grace all dressed up on the couch and I cleaned up our mess. When you're
done cleaning up, we're good to go."
Aren looked at her daughter with a slight shade of envy, that look then
turned into a smile.
"Come on in then." She motioned at her enticingly.
"Before I do, you should know Maxine invited Thessa over tonight. Six
o'clock sharp."
"Her goth friend?"
"Yep."
The two of them shared another look before both of them smiled. "Oh, that
will be interesting," Aren quipped.
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