A Devil to Dom Guy

The cat certainly has a better body, but the devil costume is just too perfect.

With who decided, the next question was, how? Wendell needed to make a few decisions, and set about changing into the skin of the devil girl as he made them. He kicked off Stacy's shoes, yanked off the socks, and the began to pull away Stacy's dress, and thought about what to do.

Now, these two were obviously trying to get some privacy, but the question is, did Guy know what they were doing? Is he coming up here to join in? Hmm...they went to the most secluded place they could, and he didn't seem that excited when they left. I'm guessing he thought they were going to the bathroom or something.

With Stacy's dress and bra discarded, Wendell took a look down at Stacy's small perky breasts, erect nipples and most importantly, her underwear. He started feeling up Stacy's tits, one in each hand, and looked at the small, white panties.

I don't really need to take those off to get out of Stacy but...

He slowly pushed the panties off, pushing past the knees, over the calves, and revealing the brown, sparse pubic hair underneath. He spread her lips with two fingers of his left hand and began to give her clit a few gentle strokes with his right hand, all the while looking at the flattened devil, but then the cat caught his eye.

Hmm...what do I do with her though? Just tuck her away up here until I'm through? And Stacy too? Yeah. Just stuff them under the bed, and get Guy back up here.

He stopped rubbing Stacy's clit and ran a few fingers through her pubic hair. "Well, bye-bye, for now Stacy. We're gonna get back to you later." He started at the back of his neck and pulled the skin away. With his real face exposed, the world was blurry. He'd left his glasses behind and neither Stacy, nor Hank needed them. With a certain degree of both pain and pleasure, he grabbed each of Stacy's tits in hand, and pulled them away from his chest to loosen her torso from his. After this, the arms easily came free like pair of very long gloves, and Stacy's upper body was hanging free and loose. Wendell casually began to pull her pussy forward away from his own body, and this made him jolt a bit. In a single, fluid, sweeping feeling, his cock whipped back into existence in an erect state. After stretching the skin far enough to get his cock loose, the rest was easy. The skin just came away from his legs with no trouble, and each foot came out freely.

Whew...little guy seems to be back in order. Now, the devil...Wish they had name tags.

On the bed, the devil girl waited. Her horned-hairband had fallen off when she went flat, but everthing else still clung to her save her red boots. He took up the redhead by the hair, and this caused gravity to make her stiff bustier fall down, and push her black leggings down a bit. Wendell grabbed the left ankle of the leggings and with a solid tug they came free, and suddenly the arms were sliding through the bustier and it was hitting the floor. The now topless girl was nude save for an tiny, black thong still clinging to her crotch. With a quick pull, that too came off to show a bright-red landing strip of pubic hair, neatly guiding the eye right to the girl's pussy.

Well hello? Not bad.

With a great deal of devious delight, he flipped the girl about and set about putting her on. After her face was in place and the world became clear again, Wendell began to think once more.

I can't just ask him to come up here, can I?

With his arms in the girl's, her torso snapped in place, her c-cups filling up to full. Wendell, looked down at the firm juggs and gave each a squeeze

Or...maybe I can with this body!

After the legs were in place, the whole back sealed up and he took stock of himself in a vanity mirror that sat off to one side of the bedroom. A thin, 5'10 redhead with shoulder length hair and a bright red patch of pubic hair looked back at him. He playfully pushed up her breasts, and did a few poses to see how she looked in different expressions. She had serious, gaunt look with heavy-lidded eyes, that was counter balanced by some sparse, youthful freckles. Wendell was acutely aware of how wet this was making him, and started to toy with his new equipment. After gyrating his hips and making sulty faces at himself in the mirror he stopped.

Not yet.

Wendell then set about putting his costume on. The thong slid up the girls rosy legs and a the top, Wendell gave it a hard firm pull and felt the fabric ride up in his pussy and the pressure very deep in between his cheeks made him utter a quiet oh. The thought of exploring back there hadn't ever seemed appealing in his own body, but now seemed like a distinct possibility.

Maybe later.

The thong now hugging him, he wrenched up the black leggings nice and tight. Now came the bustier.

How do you do this thing?

It was a stiff faux-leather material that had straps for the arms. On the back was a small series of hooks that held the whole thing tight. Because it had fallen off, they were still hooked. After un-hooking them, and shoving his arms through the straps, Wendell fumbled a bit with the hooks. Each one he got hooked, made the thing tighter and tighter. With the final hook on, the bustier was pushing his breasts up and forming a nice shapely cleavage on his chest. Feeling constricted by the chest, but also exposed by the bare shoulders and exposed midriff, Wendell set about her shoes. Thankfully they were a pair of red zip up boots with only a faint heel. With these on, he was almost as tall as Guy. A hairband with horns later, he was all set.

"One...Hell? Of a costume change, huh?" he said testing out the new vocal cords. "Now we have a little bit of payback to deliver to that... Guy."