Max's plan

"Alright." You sigh. Your plan was good on paper, but you had to admit it was a risky gambit. Going in unarmed was too risky, and not having a getaway driver was suicide. The store seemed empty, and the old man harmless. It was also getting pretty late, and the street a bit emptier.

"Let's go with your idea."

Max nodded, handing you the ski mask and putting on his. "Put yours on and lean back so no one sees you. The moment you see me exit the store drive up to me, and we'll bail. Alright?"

You nodded. He seemed satisfied with winning this debate, but didn't linger on it. He grabbed a bag, and hopped outside. You watched for a moment as he headed towards the shop, hopping to the driver's seat before falling back in your seat.

You sighed deeply. Maybe this was all a bad idea? This was far beyond anything you've ever done before. What if these disguises fail? You felt completely in over your head.

You groaned as your large breasts squished in your pose up to your face, a mocking reminder of your joke of a new body. Why did you let him take the male suit? After this shit is over, youre gonna make him wear it and see how he feels.

You peaked over the window. Max was inside the shop already, gun pointed at the owner. He had his hands up in the air. There didn't seem to be any civilian lingering around that might get involved. Good.

You leaned back in your seat, groaning again as your breasts squished against your face. You put a hand on them with a sigh, giving them a squeeze. At least that part was hot. You felt your face grow red again as you recalled your first experience with this body. How your nipples sent jolts of ice cold pleasure through your body. How you nearly climaxed on your clit...

Without noticing, you started rubbing your nipples again through your shirt. You dropped down the sun visor, looking at your reflection in the mirror. You could hardly believe this horny white girl was you. It was embarassing, yet arousing at the same time...

You slowly gave in, rubbing more intentionally. Your nipples were getting hard again, as you decided to pull down the tank top and let your breasts hang out in their full glory. Fuck, you couldn't believe how hot you were.

You pulled down the yoga pants and boxers, revealing your stolen cunt. You started rubbing your clit again, but your curiosity was even greater this time around. Your fingers left your clit, trailing down to the gaping hole, begging to be filled. And without hesitation, a couple pushed themselves in.

You moaned loudly with pleasure as your dainty fingers pushed inside your pussy. God, this felt amazing! You trembled with pleasure, scraping the insides. You pulled your breasts up to your face, barely managing to get your nipple up to your mouth and sucking on it. With your now free hand, you roamed towards your clit, intensifying the pleasure as you attacked your aching pussy from two fronts. The loud feminine moans which filled the vehicle only served to further turn on your still male mind. You pumped your fingers in, quicker and quicker, pushing even another finger in. It felt amazing. You recalled your best night with your girlfriend Jeanine. Is this how she felt? You maybe you should have her wear the male suit and try switching roles?

You bit your nipple as the pleasure kept building out, the pressure building inside your begging for sweet release. With a loud moan, you felt yourself finally reaching your peak. In a burst of pleasure and emotion, pleasure flowed through your entire body, a loud, unadultrated moan escaped your lips, one that surely couldve been heard from the street. Your body spasmed as waves of ecstasy flowed through your body, your cunt squirting out juices all over Max's car. A giant smile rose upon your face, as you moaned with the afterglow of your orgasm. I felt incredible... you couldnt actually believe the pleasure in being a woman. In your orgasm, you completely forgot your situation. You slowly rose up in your sit, looking around you, when your eye caught sight of the store.

Your heart dropped immediately as soon as you caught view of it. Max was pinned to the floor, held by a large looking man with a gun of his own. His mask was pulled off, revealing his supposed identity to all, his face bloodied probably from a tackle with the good samaritan. A crowd was ammassed outside the store, and the store owner was on the phone, probably with police.

Panicked, you pressed on the gas and rushed out of there, leaving Max to his fate.

***

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You paced back and forth in your apartment, panicking. You punched the wall with anger, crying with pain as your dainty hand could barely handle the hit.

Why did you have to get carried away? Why did you have to fucking jack off to this female body? You felt disgusted by yourself. You left max stranded, if anything happened, you were supposed to come in and help him. And now he's in jail, or worse.

You banged your feminine hands against your head. You wanted to rip this dumb skin suit off, burn it and never see it again, but you stopped yourself.

Max wouldn't hold in interrogation. He wasn't that kind of person. He may act tough, but you've known him since childhood, and you know he's all talk. And while there's a chance he would just describe them the woman, you figured if they push hard enough, he would tell them everything. You didn't know what to do. Do you take the skin off and hope Max maintains your trust? Or keep it on and gamble that Max will break? It was the most important gamble of your life, and you had no answer.

But you did know one thing. You had to find help. But who? Your friends in the mob? You can't trust them if you show up in this skin, they would just see you as a piece of meat. Jeanine? How would you explain this to her? Would she even want to help you?

Maybe you search the woman who sold you these suits? But what's in it for her to aid you after you put her in danger? If Max breaks, he'll likely tell them about the suits too.

You held your head in your hands. There seemed to be no way out of this.