Lot's of pleasure

She—he—was perfect. The suit had flawlessly replicated every detail. The face was hers, heart-shaped and beautiful, with those huge, expressive blue eyes. The hair was a cascade of strawberry-blonde, thick and luxurious. And the body... Alex’s breath hitched. The body was a masterpiece. The waist was impossibly small, flaring out into wide, curvaceous hips and a round, prominent ass that strained against the fleshy material of the suit. And his chest... two perfect, C-cup breasts, full and round and high, sat proudly on his new, slender torso. They looked absolutely, unequivocally real. This was insane. He tentatively reached up and cupped one of his new breasts. It was soft, yet firm, with a satisfying weight. He squeezed it gently, and a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a sensation completely alien to his male nervous system, shot through him, making his knees weak. The nipple, visible as a faint, dark circle beneath the synthetic skin, pebbled into a hard knot under his touch.

His hands began to roam, a frantic, **** exploration of his new topography. He traced the sharp curve of his new hips, the smooth, soft swell of his stomach. He turned, looking over his shoulder, admiring the perfect, heart-shaped curve of his new ass. He squeezed it, the flesh firm and yielding. A strange thought, unbidden, flickered through his mind: This would be fun to spank.He blinked, startled. Where had that come from? It was a fleeting, chaotic thought, one that didn’t feel entirely his own. The personality shift Julian had mentioned, perhaps? A whisper of Junko’s own wild, unpredictable nature bleeding through.

He pushed the thought aside, his curiosity drawing his attention to the final, most terrifying frontier. With a trembling hand, he slid his fingers down his flat stomach, past the newly formed navel, and lower. The suit had not just flattened his old anatomy; it had created a newone in its place. He found a perfect, neat, hairless mons pubis, and below that, the delicate, intricate folds of a vagina. It was a perfect replica, seamless and utterly convincing.

His fingers brushed against the sensitive outer lips, and another jolt of alien pleasure shot through him, stronger this time. He was getting aroused. He could feel a strange, internal wetness begin to form, a slickness that was both fascinating and deeply unnerving. He parted the lips gently, his fingers finding the small, hard nub of his new clitoris. He circled it with a tentative finger, and his whole body arched, a gasp tearing from his new, slightly higher-pitched throat.

This was too much. It was a sensory overload, a tidal wave of new, forbidden information. But he couldn't stop. He had to know. He slipped a single, slender finger inside himself. The sensation was indescribable. A feeling of being filled, of stretching, of a warm, wet, tight friction that was so intensely, overwhelmingly pleasurable it made his mind go blank. He pushed his finger deeper, a low moan rumbling in his chest. This was it. This was what it felt like. He began to move his finger, slowly at first, then faster, a frantic, **** exploration of this new pleasure center. The feeling was building, coiling tight in his lower belly, a sensation he had no name for, a pressure that was both agonizing and ecstatic.

He was close. He was so close. His hips began to move on their own, bucking against his own hand. His breathing was ragged, his vision blurring. A strange, giddy, almost hysterical laugh bubbled up in his throat. Oh, the despair of this pleasure! It’s intoxicating! The thought was sharp, clear, and definitely not his. It was Junko. Her love of intense, contradictory emotions was seeping into him, amplifying the experience.

With one final, **** thrust of his finger, his world exploded.

It wasn't like a male orgasm, that focused, explosive release. This was a full-body cataclysm. A wave of pure, white-hot pleasure started deep inside him and radiated outwards, flooding every inch of his new form. His muscles clenched, his back arched violently, his toes curled. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a beautiful, despair-inducing agony that went on and on, wave after wave, leaving him completely, utterly, blissfully shattered.

He collapsed against the wall, his body trembling, his mind a complete blank. He had just experienced a female orgasm. He had just become a woman. After a few minutes, he managed to gather himself. He looked in the mirror again, a new understanding in his eyes. He wasn't just wearing a costume. He was Junko Enoshima.