Hours pass in a blur...

“So… you were right.”

The girl who appeared to be Jessica was walking arm in arm with me, stumbling ever so slightly. Hours had passed since we’d first met up with Jessica’s friends, and between the drinking, dancing, and generally just losing ourselves in the music and the moment, it had gone in a blur.

“Hmmm?”

“About it being fun. Being you, I mean. I guess… I was really nervous before, but the more I drank and talked, the more natural it all seemed to feel. Being you, talking to your friends…”

“Your friends, actually, Jessica.”

I stressed her name, giving her a cheeky smirk. I was loving how into the role she’d gotten. Grace had even been suggesting more shots, dancing increasingly promiscuously. I wondered if as she relaxed, exploiting Jessica’s inbuilt muscle memory was coming more easily.

“Yeah, my friends. Ahaha. Plusss, I’m glad I got to introduce them to my shy friend. You look really hot tonight, Grace.”

“Only because you’ve been guiding me, Jessica!”

We both started laughing, the fun of playing each other’s roles getting to be too much. I tried to keep talking through our giggles, struggling to say:

“This way too, when we swap back you’ll have friends you can hang out with. Grace’s popular era begins now.”

I pulled her into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

“Whoa… this really is a mansion.”

It was cute hearing Jessica’s voice sound so sincerely impressed, but as I turned I found she was right to be. We had to have been in the most lavish bathroom I’d ever stepped into. The space was huge, with a shower featuring multiple water nozzles to ensure its user had the most premium wash possible. There was a large bathtub too, and even a sleek toilet, filled with technology. I idly wondered if the owners had imported it from Japan.

The opposite wall had a huge mirror on wall above the sink, and as soon as I saw it I turned and slapped my ass, shamelessly checking myself out.

“Hey! That’s my ass!”

“Nuh uh, it’s mine actually. Jealous, Jessica?”

I let my tone linger on the name, before I squeezed my arms together, drawing her attention totally to my breasts.

“Feeling envious now I have bigger boobs and a bigger ass than you?”

“H-huhhhh?? Hmpf, well it’s not all about size. Look at how toned I am, my perfect proportions. I’m so much fitter than you in that body.”

Grace was huffing a little, just causing me to let out a malicious little giggle.

“That’s right, that body is really hot. But when are you going to admit you’ve been checking mine out all night?”

I stepped forward, face close to hers, making her step back. Our heels made satisfying little clicks against the marble tiled floor, while I drove her latex covered ass to the countertop beside the sink.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed. The way your eyes have lingered a little too long on my tits, my thighs, my lips. You were always so insecure before, but now that I’m the one wearing this skin, you’ve started to see yourself in a whole new light, haven’t you?”

She was breathing heavily, pupils dilated. I was right up close in her personal space, the narrow gap between our mouths being filled with our breath.

“I guess… I guess yeah. You… I really do look good.”

“You like being me too, don’t you? I’ve seen how much you’ve been enjoying yourself.”

“Y-yeah…”

“Ufufufu, it’s so cute seeing Jessica look so shy like this. You add a whole new vibe to her body. I really like it. Now…”

I poked my finger into the bare skin of her chest, my long, acrylic nail sinking into breast. She moaned a little, despite herself, the small touch deepening her blush.

“… I want you to admit you’re hot. Admit that Grace Miura is gorgeous. Say it.”

“G-Grace Miura is gorgeous.”

She stumbled over the words, as my grin just grew hungrier. I leaned in closer, pressing her voluptuous body against her.

“Good girl. And now for your reward.”

“Mggffff!”

She let out a surprised expression as I kissed her, our two pairs of glossy lips sliding together as they met. Her shocked frozen moment only lasted a second though, before her mouth opened wider, letting my tongue in. Her body felt so good as I pressed mine against it, tight into the counter-top, the feeling of our tits compressing against one another, and the slightly slippery tension from our latex dresses meeting too.

Dopamine burst out in my head as I kissed her, Jessica’s stunning face made all the more exciting with Grace’s shy expressions behind it. The introverted girl shoved in the form of her bully, being teased and dominated by her own body. She was kissing me back now, hesitant for just a moment before the **** and all her attracted feelings made her kiss me with a greater hunger.

Time seemed to stretch as we explored each other's mouths, breaking apart with dazed expressions, saying nothing before we dived right in again. We didn’t need words right now; our tongues were reserved for more important things. I couldn’t help but giggle, a little sadistically, as I enjoyed the hazy, dreamy looks that showed just how attracted Grace was to her own body now.

My hands traced along her contours, before squeezing her tits through her dress, pinching her nipples. The black latex was so tight it was like a second skin, and of course, I’d insisted she not wear a bra. Her nipples were so obvious, pressing out and apparent through the slick material, perfectly apparent as I teased them.

Grace let out a small yelp, somewhere between pleasure and pain, which just caused me to coo with satisfaction. My own arousal had raised my nipples too, looking just as obvious in my similar dress. I pulled the material down, exposing it, raising it up towards Jessica’s dreamy face. She paused for a moment, some internal conflict flashing for a second, before lewd curiosity won and out and took it in her mouth. I sucked air through my teeth, laughing delightedly as she began to suck, tongue drenching her own tit in saliva. It tingled with sensation, pulses of pleasure zipping from the point of contact out all the way to my head, pure dopamine. The feeling made all the more indulgent as I looked down to see Grace using her bully’s mouth to do all the motions of breastfeeding on her own body.

I stroked her hair, pulling her close and holding her, a strong maternal instinct making the motions feel natural. I’d been spending so much time in female skins, I’d really started wondering if I could get pregnant in one. The idea of wearing Jessica or Grace’s skins, carrying a child, giving birth as them… in a twisted, intimately affectionate way, it really turned me on.

“Awww sweetie, you’re so good feeding for Mommy~”

In Grace’s voice, it sounded just as cute as it did teasing. Jessica’s body leaned back, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to my nipple, it’s pink color looking deeper where it had been teased, especially at a point where her teeth had grazed the soft flesh for a moment.

“That’s embarrassing…”

I leaned in close, smirking.

"Well, in a way, aren’t I showing you the ropes of all of this tonight? Guiding you, caring for you, helping you. Raising you. Shouldn’t you call me Mommy?”

“I… I don’t know…”

Her blush was furious, and it just made my smile wider.

“Give it a try. Maybe you’ll get a reward. Don’t you want to be a good girl for Mommy?”

I leaned in a kissed her again, hearing her moan in my mouth, her body shivering with pleasure under my touch.

“Y-yes… ughhh. P-please keep making me feel good Mommy.”

“Ufufufu, gooood girl.”

I lifted her ass up from where she sat with surprising strength, and if she’d been thinking straight right now I know it would have confused her. I flipped her so she was lying belly down on the lengthy counter top, ass perfectly aligned.

Originally I’d planned on fingering her, teasing her slit until she collapsed into a gooey mess. I’d realized I couldn’t though as I traced her body with my fingertips; my long acrylic nails would be painful for her.

Still though… there are other ways to please her.