Take her to a toilet stall

The very rational fear of being discovered burnt away any ideas of getting inside her here on the path. It’d been a miracle, albeit a very dark one, that I had been able to skin her like that without witnesses in the first place, so I decided not to push my luck.

Her skin and clothes were unceremoniously stuffed inside her own bag, as I quickly collected it and started walking back the way I came, reaching a set of public toilets within a few hundred feet. I smirked as I stepped inside; the college had recently made all public toilets gender neutral in an effort to be inclusive, and while a noble effort it had the unintentional effect of making my own gender bending activities that much easier.

The room was bright and airy as I entered, the frosted windows along the upper wall allowing the morning light inside, while the stalls and floor all seemed impressively clean. It wasn’t this way through fortune or conscientiousness on the part of the students however; the cleaning team was just efficient. Still though, not even they could completely remove the telltale signs of a student bathroom, with the washed out remains of a cock and balls drawn on the wall in sharpie, and the classic mobile number with the message “Call Anna for a good time” written elsewhere.

I chuckled a little at how crude it was as I opened the furthest stall by the wall, hungrily opening Emmy’s bag and lifting her skin out. Her complexion was clear and her eyelashes long, fresh natural beauty radiating from her even as she was deflated like this. Her clothes slid off easily, allowing me to really admire her. Pink nipples with surprisingly big, soft areolas sat on her breasts, while she kept her public hair neatly shaved. I ran my fingers over it, enjoying the soft bristles in front of her entrance, swallowing a little at the deeply erotic thought of me soon having her vagina.

How should I get inside…? Her body’s so tiny.

Being about 5 foot exactly, Emmy was clearly a short girl. I held her skin up in front of me, pressing it to my body and acknowledging the difference, the top of her head not even coming to my chin. This difference between us again caused a perverted rush of dopamine to tingle around my brain; twisted excitement at becoming such a small girl bubbling away inside of me.

Emmy’s best feature though, of course, was her ass. I spun her skin around and pulled it up to my face, burying my face in her lower cheeks, enjoying their softness, even as a deflated skinsuit.

It’s so big and pert… Oh God, I’m going to love having this wagon on me.

I could feel the perviest expression on my face as I tore out of my clothes, shivering a little in the cool air, before I reached between Emmy’s cheeks and found the ring of her asshole.

It would be such a shame to get inside her any other way…

The thought gleefully tore through my mind as I pulled her asshole wide, the tightness of her ring surprising me.

So tight… a virgin asshole, untrained and not once penetrated.

The lewd desire to do anal as Emmy writhed in my heart as I stuffed my head fully inside her ass, before forcing it wide enough to take my shoulders. It was totally dark inside her body, a little slimy but undeniably warm, a sensation my body was craving as each millimeter that slipped inside her felt ecstatic for not being in the empty cold any longer.

My arms still followed, awkwardly angling my hands both, sliding them under her tight ring before thrusting up inside, falling to my knees as I began to angle my body better to get further inside her. By now her skin was pulled down to my waist, the outline of my face no doubt visible under Emmy’s upper torso, sliding into one of her breasts, if there had been any onlookers to see, of course.

I peeked up and saw a sliver of light up high; coming in from her mouth. My fingers confirmed it, sliding out from her lips temporarily as they opened them wider, more light coming in as it illuminated the way for me. Soon enough my head and either arm sat positioned at Emmy’s neck and shoulders, before I thrust them all through at once. Tight pressure immediately seemed to crush down on me, my bigger head and much larger arms threatening the integrity of Emmy’s shorter ones, as fear crept into me that I might break her skin. The pressure merely doubled, as the pins and needles sensation came onto me like harsh TV static, or the relentless taste of a McDonald’s Sprite.

When the sensation cleared, I opened my eyes, and was rewarded with an unnatural sight. My long, hairy, pale legs stretched out on the bathroom floor, emerging from the crumpled ass of a Goddess reduced to a costume, her equally crumpled pussy and lower belly sitting closer to my vision, before her body smoothed out and resumed its true appearance; I was indistinguishably Emmy on top.

I gasped in her voice as goosebumps spread along my new short arms, and pert breasts. Short little fingers, undeniably feminine and topped with fresh forest green nail polish teased hardening nipples as I enjoyed my first moan with her voice, before squeezing those breasts indulgently. A huge love high crashed into my head as an ecstatic smile graced my new, fuller lips; a feeling like my top half was now totally complete, and all the time spent as Alex since leaving Lisa had been a bad dream until the perfect truth of being Emmy came along.

More moans followed, Emmy’s delicious voice flitting between sultry and innocent as I enjoyed playing with its pitch and tone, all the while drawing my thighs, calves and finally feet inside the warm refuge of her asshole. The last sight of my toes slipping inside of her nearly sickened me, but the overwhelming lust I was feeling subsumed it and nearly overwhelmed it, as I feared the twisted sense of dominance that came from desecrating and controlling a woman’s body was quickly becoming my fetish just as much as being one was.

I could clearly see the outline of my penis underneath her skin, its head aching for release, as I reached forward and started fondling its impression. The head was so hard, and now in the gentle moist heat of Emmy’s skinsuit, it was almost like it was nestled inside a pussy.

I giggled as I wrapped Emmy’s dainty fingers around the outline, working it up and down as the pressure of my hand combined neatly with the other sensations to make Emmy a fleshlight, enjoying this strange inbetween state where I was so far from Alex, yet hadn’t quite become Emmy yet. I worked it faster, a light squelching sound starting to be heard as my brows tensed and I closed my eyes, wanting to feel the sensation deeper and deeper.

“Mmmhhmmmm…!!!”

The moan tore from my throat, the pleasure almost feeling like sweet **** as it built, losing myself in the rhythm as I worked faster and faster.

“Ahhghh!”

I could feel heat splatter out as warm cum blasted from my cock, seed messily showering Emmy’s skin from the inside. Even wearing her voice while I moaned, her vocal chords expressing the male orgasm, gave me such a disgusting, evil thrill that I couldn’t help but start giggling. Leaning back, little beads of sweat formed on my breasts and belly, I lined my feet up at the top of her thighs and filled them, the same sensations that followed taking her arms and head crushing down before I fully assumed her form.

I enjoyed the feeling of her vagina and womb thrusting inside me especially, the most fervent reminder of the womanhood I’d taken from her never failing to turn me on to new heights, her pussy growing slick and wet immediately with its new master’s lust.

A few minutes later, squeezed into her skinny jeans and tank top, nestled in her panties, a very satisfied looking Emmy left the bathroom stall. Stopping by the mirror, and squeezing her ass, she left the bathroom, a sinister smile taking her lips as I thought about what my next move would be…