Coming home

Arriving home in your car, like a child who stole something, you quickly bring your bags home, lock the door and go up to your room.

"Fuuuuuuuuh well, it's been a morning, what the fuck is it anyway?".

You pour the contents of your bag onto the bed. You had your sweaty clothes, a black pen, and this strange black skinsuit lying on your bed. You put it away and then pour out the contents of someone else's bag. There were basic business-style clothes, a wallet, keys and a case. There was a lot of money in the Wallet, but you decided not to touch it yet. In the case was a brown pen with an inscription- black for disguise, brown for memories.

You were wondering what kind of costume it was, you went up to it and unfolded it. He was a typical Afro-American. You started pulling off his outerwear, and when you pulled off his jeans, you saw that he was wearing latex underpants with a penis compartment. And the penis was really huge.

You bit your lip imagining him inside you. You started stroking the deflated penis covered with latex, it was soft, but worthless. Everything looked so natural, you started massaging your crotch which got a little wet. You started undressing. Quickly taking off your outerwear, you pulled off your sticky panties and bra. You took the skin in your hands and began to examine it. It turns out you were the same height as him. But not finding an obvious entrance to the costume, did you think that maybe he turned into an inflatable doll? But no, there were holes for eyes and mouth in the mask. And you, thinking about something of your own, began to sort through the mask with your hands, accidentally stretching your mouth.

You were surprised by the elasticity of the skin, especially when the suit returned to its original state. You have stretched the mouth of the suit again, enough so that you can put your legs inside. You sat down on the bed more comfortably and prepared to pull on the suit like tights.