The Chain of Fallen Skin-The story of how 34-year-old married physical education teacher Kentaro Tsunoda was turned into a skin and taken over along with his personality-

"What are you doing... Miyamoto!"

Just before I left school, I visited the baseball club room to confirm that it was locked. What I saw there was a student named Miyamoto, the captain of the baseball club, pulling his uniform down to his knees, sniffing the club member's spikes while handling his cock. Seeing me turn on the lights in the clubroom, Miyamoto stopped moving and let out a rough sigh with a dull look in his eyes.

"Well... First, put on your uniform."

I called out to Miyamoto, even though I was confused about what to do. I don't want to take it too seriously, but this is...

"Kakuda-sensei... that's... I'm sorry."

Miyamoto put on his uniform with his head down and opened his mouth without saying a word.

"I've been strange since the other day..."

"Ugh!"

Wearing a uniform, Miyamoto hugged me while crying. Miyamoto's crotch, which is still hardened, hits my thigh through the uniform. Even though I felt disgusted, I gently put my hands on his shoulders so as not to hurt him, and pulled him apart.

"Um... I'm sorry. Miyamoto likes men... what is it?

“That’s not it…I used to like girls until last week…but suddenly it became like this.”

Miyamoto took my hand. For a moment, he endures being startled. Miyamoto... he's stroking my hand with some lewd gestures.

"That... Miyamoto. Can you really stop doing this? I'm married, and I'm a man like this..."

"It's okay. Sensei will soon...be like me. If the 'person inside' changes, there's nothing you can do."

"Huh? Eh──"

There was a silly sound. As soon as I did, I felt ferociously dull and staggered. The jersey feels heavy. Unable to stand still, I slipped to my knees on the floor.

"Ah..."

Far from my knees, my body was getting thinner and thinner. Like a deflated float. Her arms and torso became flimsy. Eventually, when the air was completely out, I was unable to move due to the weight of the clothes I was wearing.

"Okay... and Puha!"

(Hey, what is he!)

What I saw, stuck in my clothes, was a fat man in his thirties emerging from Miyamoto's back. When the man took off the squashed Miyamoto, he smiled with a grin on his stubbled face and picked up the flimsy me.

"Dufufufufufu! Well, I thought it wouldn't be bad to live the life of a captain of the baseball team, but it seems like a PE teacher would be pretty good too!"

(What! You!)

I raised my voice in silence. He seemed to hear it, and he replied with an unpleasant voice.

“Duh. Actually, I was a virgin when I reached my thirtieth birthday, and I woke up to the ability to turn others into skin… That’s how I enjoy the lives of others.”

(I-Is there such a stupid thing! Bring me and Miyamoto back to normal!)

“Of course, I will put it back in place.

(Wow! What are you doing! Stop it!!)

He turned me backwards and groped my back. Then I heard a zipper-like sound, and air entered the inside of my body (?).

"Fuhi! Then straight gym teacher, let's go try it on!"

(Try it on!? Wow!)

It felt slimy and uncomfortable. A sour body odor peculiar to fat men. It's close... it's coming inside my body. He put his foot inside my body.

(Stop it, stop it, stop it now!!!)

I screamed desperately. It was my first experience to be "wearable" by someone else, but I felt a strong sense of discomfort. The feeling of being peeped at and trampled on something important to you—that gradually spreads.

(Oh, oh!)

But he never stopped wearing me. His stinky cock is pressed against my cock. Even if I didn't like it, I could see that his cock was inserted from the inside into my carefully hollow cock. It seems quite short. I feel like throwing up because of that feeling.

"Dufufufufu! All you have to do is cover your head... and you're done!"

Both arms have been put in, and all that's left is the head. His head, without hesitation, enters inside of me, which has turned into skin... To my disgust, his lips are touching the inside of my lips. He started pulling my skin and adjusting the position of my eyes, nose and lips.

(Shit! It's disgusting! Stop it now!)

"Duh... is this what it is? Come on, take a look."

(Wow……)

What was reflected in the wall-mounted mirror in the club room was me in a terrible form. I was turned into skin, and because the man wearing it was obese, my skin stretched out unsightly. His belly is big and fat, and his limbs are not long enough. Because the size of his head is also different, the impression of his face was also quite different.

"Well... now I'm ready to accept your life."

(No way... are you pretending to be me in this situation?!)

I can't. It's true that I was skinned by a mysterious power, but I would be suspicious if I appeared in public with such an unsightly appearance. When I pointed that out, the fat man gave a disgusting smile "Duh". With my face, with a look that I wouldn't.

"Okay. That's... what if it wasn't for your cooperation?"

(Huh?! I will never cooperate with you!)

I said it out loud, but with a grinning smile on his face, he put his fingertips on my temples and started growling. At that moment, itching spreads all over the body. It felt like my whole body was being touched, but it gradually turned into something sticky...as if my whole body was being licked.

(Ah, huh! Hi!)

“Duh… No matter how many times I try, this tickles me!”

A fat man in my skin writhing in front of a mirror. As he did so, his appearance in the mirror began to change. His arms and legs, which were left over from his skin, began to swell and take on their natural shape. The pot belly that had been swollen was dented and turned into my originally forged abs.

(Hey, what is this...!)

The shape of his head was also beginning to change. The unevenness of his face changes to a natural shape. At the same time, the discomfort from just a while ago receded like a tide, and instead, excitement and pleasure slowly surged in. He does it and explains it with his face. That voice has also become my voice before I knew it.

"That's only natural. From now on, you and I will become one. As long as your body and mind become one, no matter what you do, you will cooperate with me!"

(What is that...!)

"You are starting to feel my excitement! Dufu!"

My skin-only body wriggles. It becomes the same figure as my original body. Bing! The erect cock jumped up and hit the abdominal muscles. Now I was hopelessly excited and lusted for this change. A strange phenomenon in which a fat man wearing his own skin becomes the same as himself. I can feel him coming into my head. Bad bad bad! At this rate, I'll become a bastard! He will become me! Dufufu! Isn't that... a wonderful thing... I can't help but get excited! different! This is not me!

(Damn it!!! Stop it! Don't make me a badass!!)

A disgusting smile called "Duh" appeared on my facial muscles, and I ejaculated.

* "Hah... hah... hah..."

I was breathing on my shoulder. With a feverish head, I move my limbs... all right. I was able to move my limbs according to my will. After ejaculating, his cock began to wither, but he was still dripping sticky juice on the floor. It seemed that my body had returned to its original form. .

"What the hell was that?"

Say what you think. Unlike before, I was able to speak properly with my own mouth.

"Hey! Where is it! I wonder if it's there!"

I yelled at him...that fat guy. But he didn't reply. Has he left me...or is he still inside? I looked around suspiciously and checked my body just in case. Then, I received a shock as if I had been hit on the head.

"Wow! Eh, erotic..."

The body of a physical education teacher in her thirties...a thick, muscular body with just the right amount of fat. The masculinity that it exuded made me feel my snort getting rougher. What happened? Even though I'm used to seeing my own body, it feels absurdly erotic. I fascinated myself and fumbled my body. A thick chest that was forged by playing rugby when I was a student. ripped abs. Bulky thigh muscles. Tight butt. And a fat cock... this erotic body is my body. Hehe, I can't stand it... I was so moved by that fact that I let out a sigh and crossed my arms in front of my chest as if embracing my body.

"Ah... my body... I won't give it to anyone... only mine..."

An impulse that even I cannot comprehend. In the back of my mind, is it because that fat guy got into me? I felt like But this excitement is definitely mine. It's my true heart. A 34-year-old married straight PE teacher's propensity to lust for her -- no, she's a former straight PE teacher. I felt myself attracted to the same sex, to men. Just remembering how the rugby team members in college changed their clothes made me smile.

"Ah... it's inside me..."

It wasn't until I started groping my own nipples that I finally realized. That fat man you used to call ugly. That man is still inside me. That man and I have become one. Even the fact that he turned me into a homo makes me excited. No, on the contrary... even I myself, who is thinking about it now--

"Dufufu... I was completely swallowed by the personality of a married straight gym teacher. I don't know."

With my will, with my voice, I speak the true feelings of someone other than myself. Even though it's my own tone until a while ago, I rather feel uncomfortable. By wearing the skin of Kentaro Tsunoda, the physical education teacher, I took over my body along with my personality. To the extent that he didn't realize it and acted as Kentaro Tsunoda. The fact that I, who is a strong athletic person, and I, a virgin NEET, have become one body and mind...

"I can't help it... ahhh... I used to be me until a while ago...! You've become me...!"

My low voice leaks out. I picked up my underwear from the floor and pressed it against my face. A thick man's body odor spreads through his nostrils. My own body odor that I got used to. The metamorphosis who became excited about it. As if carried away by the heat, he let out a manly voice while handling his erect cock. Before long, a sharp pleasure ran down my spine, and I felt my second ejaculation occur in my lower body.

After that, I went back to my own house—to Kentaro Tsunoda's house.