She wants to try it out

"How? We don't really have anyone to use it on.." You tell Trish.

"Pfft, of course we do, dummy." Trish picks up the box.

She opens the box and pulls the black pen out carefully, almost is if it was rigged to explode. Dropping it on the bed, you two simply stare at it for a moment.

She quickly looks back at you and giggles, you frown slightly.

"What are you talking about? Who..?" You ask.

Trish puts her finger to lips to hush you, she gets up, snatching the pen quickly. You watch as she walks out of the room, pen pressed against her firm thigh.

A few minutes later, you hear a yelp.

"It works! Oh my god, yes!" Trish yells.

Quickly,you get up and run towards where her voice came from. Her mother's bedroom.

"David! Come quick!" She's yelling as you look through the open doorframe.

Before you, Trish's mother Alyson lay deflated on the Persian rug in front of her bed.

"Trish! Why would you use it on your own mom!?" You say, snatching the pen from her fingers.

She gives you a look, and then glances back to the skin. She walks over and picks it up, giving a look of disgust as she feels it.

"It's so warm and.. fleshy.." She sticks out her tongue.

You're intrigued and you walk over to her, looking at Alyson's deflated face in her hands. Her features are deformed as her face hangs loosely.

Her insides appear to have completely disappeared. Trish pokes her finger in one of the eye holes. You grab her wrist and yank it away.

"Oh come on, David, it's not like she can feel it.." Trish pouts.

"You're sick, Trish." You shake your head.

"Well? Let's try it!" Trish says, her eyes lighting up.

Trish shooed you out of the room. You'd refused to put on the skin, leaving it to Trish for her to try. Neither of you had any idea of what would happen, and it was minutes before you heard a voice again. Only this time, it was Trish's mother's.

"David, you can come in now!" You hear her shout in Trish's giddy mannerisms.

Opening the door, you see Alyson in a casual t-shirt and sweatpants, of which the latter had belonged to Trish. You noticed the sweatpants being stretched more over Alyson's wider hips, and you find yourself slightly aroused when your eyes explore the rest of her.

Trish indiscriminately squishes her mother's larger breasts together, giggling childishly with a fire in her eye. Upon observing, you blush and look away.

"What's the matter, young man?" Trish teases you.

"Hurry up and take her off.." You mutter.

"Haha', you're such a buzzkill." Trish says. "Watch this!"

You look to her again and see Trish reaching around her head, her face lips twist as she struggles with something.

Brown skin appears at the sides of Alyson's neck as Trish peels her skin off quite literally. The more she peeled, the more loose her face appeared to become as she moved upwards. Her face became completely flaccid as she pulls the skin down, long dirty blonde curls falling over her breasts as the mask hangs from Trish's neck. She flips her hair back, it rests behind her shoulders as she looks at you.

"That.. was fun.." She says, smiling devilishly.

"I think Jimmy might be rubbing off on you a little.." You tease.

Trish looks up at you suddenly, and then blushes, looking at her feet.

"D-Don't be stupid, that jerk could never.." She says, failing to conceal her wavering tone.

"I think you're the one who's stupid, you obviously like him." You say, smirking as you walk up to her.

"Oh shut up, what do you know anyway?" She folds her mother's arms under her breasts and huffs, before she smiles.

"Why don't we let him in on this? Knowing Jimmy, he'll probably find something fun to do." You suggest.

Trish's eyes light up, and she nods quickly, you notice her biting her lip.

"Alright.. I gotta' get out of this, so shoo!" She says, flicking her fingers at you.

"Pssh, whatever.." You say, leaving the room.

(POV Trish)

Watching David leave the room, you bite your lip again as you walk to the bathroom to your left. You see yourself in the mirror, a chimera of two people fused at the neck.

"This is so cool.." You mumble to yourself.

You've always envied your mom for having bigger boobs than you, and she's wasted no time at all in teasing you about it.

"Shame you didn't inherit my good looks too!" You quote her, ironically, you and your mother are incredibly similar.

Gripping your breasts through the mess of your mother's hair that shrouds them, you toy with them in the mirror for a few seconds, before you take it a step further and unclip your bra. Letting it drop to the floor after slipping the straps from your shoulders, you quickly slide your panties down your thighs and flick them next to your bra. The fondling continues for a few more seconds, before you stroke your larger waist and make your way down, massaging your inner legs. Something heats up inside you, and your crotch moistens. You blush incredibly, looking up at yourself in the mirror like a little kid who broke a glass.

The prospect of your mother being able to experience things like being horny is alien to you, probably to everyone.

What'll it feel like if I..?

"Trish! Hurry up already!" David yells. "You've been in there for almost 15 minutes!"

"I'm almost finished!" You yell back, quickly pulling the skin from around your body. It peels away as if it was lightly glued on to your own skin, with a wet but satisfying rip. You look down at your smaller, yet still just as shapely breasts and pout. Shrugging, you take your mother's skin back out into her bedroom and throw her on the bed, she'll stay like that until you know what to do with her. You pull your panties up your legs and strap your bra around your chest, then you tug on your tank top and your sweatpants. Rushing out to David, you huff as if you'd just run a lap.

"You're late, O'Neill!" David mimics your gym teacher, Mr. Royce.

The two of you laugh for a second and you drop the pen back in the box.

David pulls out his phone, and you get nervous just thinking about Jimmy. There's something about that guy that just excites you, even though he's a huge jerkface all the time. Maybe it's because he's wild.. like you.

"Yo Jimmy," David says suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts, "I'm with Trish, we've got something to show you."

You see David pass you a look, before he says, "No Jimmy, it's not a new Ferrari."

You shake your head in sync with David.

"We'll swing by right now, that's cool?" David asks, "Sweet, see ya' mate."

He ends the call and shoves his phone back into his pocket, then looks up at you.

"Jimmy's waiting for us, let's go." He says, grabbing the box of pens.

You look around for your sneakers and pull them on, then you and David lock the door as you leave, having forgotten all about your mother Alyson.

(Jimmy's POV)

David's bringing Trish over, damn. My room's a friggin' mess!

You scramble to pick up bags of Doritos and bottles of Mountain Dew strewn about all over your floor, throwing them into the garbage bin besides your desk.

In a few seconds, the poor thing's up to the brim in trash. You sigh.

Whatever..

You drop back into your computer chair and throw on your headphones, hitting play on your playlist, you click back to Facebook.

Minutes pass as you just browse, you browse 4chan for a few minutes when suddenly something yanks the headphones from your ears.

Your head flicks around, you're annoyed.

"Hey, David you piece of-" You stop as you see Trish standing there, David closing the door behind her. "T-Trish.."

Trish eyes your set-up slowly, and then gives you back your headphones, a smirk on her face.

"I'm thinking the only piece of anything here would be your old toaster and that poor excuse for a rig." Trish says.

You're stunned for a moment, and Trish laughs, probably expecting your reaction.

"Yeah mate, I'm into computers too, don't get your boner in a twist." She says, folding her arms.

"My boner is perfectly un-knotted, thank you very much.." You reply, nonetheless actually being hard.

Trish smirks as she sits on your bed, and David sits next to her, holding a strange box.

"What's that?" You ask.

You see David open the box and pull out a black pen shaped object, looks like a laser pen.

"You make me chase a red dot on the floor?" You joke.

"Why, are you a pussy?" Trish replies snarkily, you give her a look.

"Listen up bro, this laser pen right here can turn anyone into a costume, and when you wear it, you turn into them!" David says.

You stare at him for a moment, before you smirk.

"Don't be an idiot, what is this, some kind of stupid fetish porn?" You say.

"It's true, " Trish says, "I tried it on my mom."

You blink once, and then look at David, then back to Trish.

"I'm gonna' be honest right now, " You say your gaze still trading between the two,

"Trish, you are the hottest thing I've ever seen since I accidentally burned my hand on an iron."

Trish blushes, and David shakes his head.

"It's true mate, we tried it, it works! It's so awesome. We brought it to you because you're creative, what can we do?"

"Hmm.. the first thing that comes to mind is fetish porn.. but I guess we can improvise." You say.

Trish starts to laugh, and David frowns.

"But seriously, what do we do? We ran out of ideas so we came to you.." David said.

(Author: Dystrophia)