Ambush Emmy

Morning came quickly, rousing me from my sleeping troubles. Any time I dipped into unconsciousness, my dreams would turn to wearing one of the three girls, squeezing my new ass before slipping some fingers into my waiting slit, throwing my head back in a scream as the rush of a female orgasm worked though me…

My dick almost hurt from how tight and hard it was, the dreams pushing my libido higher and higher. As soon as I felt the first sign of lightness in the sky outside, I gave in completely and pulled the length of myself, fevered thoughts of stealing the beautiful souls and faces of these young women drawing me to a messy orgasm as I splattered cum all over the waiting tissue in my hand.

Rather than feel tired at all, it seemed as though simply the thought of taking their bodies filled me with energy, now that it was a very real and tangible possibility. It was an excitement like a kid the night before Christmas, except wrapped up tight with an illicit, erotic excitement that made these feelings anything but wholesome.

I’d decided to ambush Emmy. I wanted to take the scenic route to discovering Ashley’s feelings about Jimmy, and I wanted to try getting him in a skin too. Combined with not knowing the schedules of any of Lisa’s flatmates made Emmy the smartest way in.

There was another reason Emmy’s form called out to me too; Out of the three girls, she had the most impressive ass. It had to be one of the best on campus, perfect cheeks threatening the integrity of her skin tight jeans and leggings, while her incredible thighs and hips flared out in a way that was positively hypnotic to anyone within sight of her.

The rest of her was cute too; her straight, brunette hair fell like chocolate down her back, while her pretty skin, not too pale and not too tan, sat at a perfect natural mid-point. She was the shortest of the trio, and something about testing the limits of these powers to condense my body down to her 5 foot zero appealed deeply.

I was excited about wearing her personality too… she was the most fiery of the three while being simultaneously the “Mom friend”, so being able to roleplay as someone so integral and trusted by the group, with the other two having no idea who was really piloting their friends body… excited chills ran through me thinking about it.

I rushed through my shower and threw on my clothes, adding a baseball cap just for a little extra anonymity. Trying to skin Emmy in the open, in broad daylight was going to be tough. The weather was a little overcast as I strode through the streets heading for Emmy’s place, with some breaks in the cloud along the eastern horizon allowing the early morning sunshine to cascade down beautifully; defined rays in amongst the grey clouds. I was grateful for my hoodie too, as it protected me from the Autumn chill in the air that had really began to make itself known in the last few days.

I didn’t have overly far to go. Emmy lived in a different part of the student village from me, my apartment sitting about half-way between hers and Lisa’s. It meant I was going out of my way to get there, but it meant that if all went to plan, I’d have a very different walk to Lisa’s in store from how I’d normally do it.

I’d never actually been here as myself, I thought, as I fell into the forested trail that separated Emmy’s apartment building from the other student blocks. It was a strange, seeing all of this I could tell it was the first time I’d been here as myself, but when I’d been Lisa I’d had plenty of memories walking under these trees, accompanying Emmy home after nights out and coming to hang out too. Those memories were so fuzzy and indistinct now though, barely hanging on enough to guide my way.

It seemed that without Lisa’s soul or skin, all the information and memories I’d enjoyed was fading fast, leaving me just myself again. I supposed it was only fair; after all, it would be crazy if I could keep every benefit of Lisa’s soul without even having it. These thoughts stirred some questions in me though; Candida had mentioned the propensity of Skinwalkers to develop special abilities, so might it be possible for one to develop an ability that could ‘copy’ the skills of those it wore, and so learn incredible talents and skills without needing a stolen soul?

Such an ability would be too powerful though, surely. I smiled wistfully, as I fantasized about having such an ability, still being me but with the intelligence of a science professor, the reflexes of a sports star and the charisma of a movie star. Then I shivered as I thought about some other Skinwalker having such a skill, and the horrible thought of a monster using those talents to become unstoppable.

Although… maybe it didn’t even need some convenient superpower such as that? I thought back to the room of skins Candida had arranged, so many they filled the room, every legal age, gender, race… I shuddered as the implications came to me. Did she have each and every soul inside her? A library of them, and their knowledge stored away, to peruse at her leisure? The part of her that was skinwalker must have been hugely powerful to contain so much, but then… was any of her still actually human? She just liked looking like one… I could never forget how much of a monster she really was.

The sound of a branch breaking broke me from my reverie, and looking up I found myself face to face with Emmy.

“Alex? Oh Alex, it is you, right? Where have you been?”

I was startled to have just walked into her, and internally kicked myself for getting so lost in thought.

So much for the element of surprise when I stab her…

“Ahh, Emmy…! Hi…”

I started, lamely. It felt strange hearing my own voice when talking to Emmy, the vast majority of my time interacting with her being from the comfort of Lisa’s skin.

“You never called Lisa back after your date.”

She glowered at me a little, seeming unimpressed with me. Something about her gaze made me feel like I was beneath her, halfway between being the way a teacher would lecture a child, and an exterminator might absentmindedly address a cockroach. It was a world away from the friendly, warm, love filled gazes I’d enjoyed from her when I was wrapped tight in Lisa.

“Ah, yeah, well, I… uh… got wrapped up in studying?”

I couldn’t believe how lame I sounded saying that. Emmy couldn’t either.

“Honestly, and here I thought you actually really liked her. Well, whatever. She didn’t seem too upset about it the day after, so I won’t be too mean to you.”

She sighed, seeming to let restraint stop her from saying anything else that might have been on her mind.

“What are you doing here, by the way? I’m surprised you’re even up so early.”

A bead of sweat worked its way down the side of my temple as I glanced either way along the path. We were totally alone, few students having classes this early, while even fewer could summon the willpower to attend 9am’s anyway.

My eyes fell on Emmy now, her cute spaghetti strap top leaving a lot of skin exposed as she carried her jacket in her arms. Lots of places to pierce her with the skinwalker spines...

She must have noticed something off in the way I looked at her, as she began reaching towards her bag, possibly to grab some pepper spray. Before she could make it, the skinwalker reflexes consumed me. Everything almost went into slow- motion as my hand shot forward with blistering speed, the spines tearing out of my fingertips just in time to pierce Emmy’s upper chest and begin pumping her full of liquid.

“What…!”

She started, breathlessly, as the chemicals rushed into her quickly, changing the briefest register of shock on her face into a placid expression of melting ecstasy, as the chemicals reached her brain.

My own eyes were wide, adrenaline pumping as the shock of turning someone into a skin for the first time combined with a huge dopamine rush from my skinwalker side at using the powers. Meanwhile Emmy’s legs and torso were crumpling away to nothing more than hollow skin, her fingers and arms following suit. I rushed forward in time to grab her head just as it lost substance, her eyes glazing over before they shut.

By the time I fully held her, she was completely transformed into a skinsuit. Silence fell on the scene as I held her hollow form, my fingers digging into her soft, warm, and very vacant skin. I looked left and right like a maniac, the path still as empty as before, the trees providing enough cover to protect this guilty scene from any curious eyes.

I can’t believe I got away with it…

I swallowed hard while I stared at my spoils of victory; the shell of a beautiful young woman, just waiting for me to take her shape. The only question is;