Your mother FIRST.

The temptation to be inside not one but two MILFs was far too enticing. Like Marie before, you found the slit that led into the empty husk of your mother. You inserted Mrs. Anderson’s limbs into the suit until your entire body except for the head was encased in Julia’s skin. It was slightly harder for you to bury your head into your mother’s, given that you had Marie’s longer hair at the moment with her strands getting caught around the slit. A little more adjusting was needed until you could secure your head behind a pair of new eyes. Although Julia couldn’t brag about her curves and assets like Marie could, you still found your mother to be beautiful and attractive, and there remained a charm standing in your mother’s own two feet and having full control of her free will.

“If only you had Mrs. Anderson curves,” you muttered in your mother’s voice. “Then maybe you would’ve been just as stunning, if not more.” You kneaded the saggier tits, still finding pleasure in hoarding two golden globes for yourself. You imagined how much more marvelous your mother would look if she had been blessed with Marie’s own curves. The image was enticing. Having that figure for yourself was overwhelming. You were sweating through your mom’s own skin at just the thought of having two MILFs all to yourself without anyone and no one who can possibly stop you.

Suddenly, your mother’s breasts began to feel firmer and tighter. Not just their texture, but their size also seemed to grow. They began to feel like Mrs. Anderson as you continued to grope them in satisfaction. You had no idea how this was possible except only through the sheer power of mind over matter. One pop was all it took as your Julia’s breasts exploded into a larger cup. And not just your breasts, but your ass and thighs too. They felt like Marie’s, as though wearing her underneath had increased your mother's size. Like how a spandex costume would stretch over a larger body.

“Oh my goodness.” You walked to your PC and turned on its external camera. You watched as the screen lit up and showed your mother, in all her glory, standing in your room but with a much, MUCH different looking figure. You held your more substantial breasts up and smiled, instinctively teasing the camera as though you were performing for an Onlyfans audience that would be just as surprised at your improved figure.

“So it seems that a layer underneath can be imprinted onto the top layer,” you noted. “At least if you’re a woman, I guess.” You looked back to the black pen that started this all, laid on your bed next to David’s skin. You held it in your hand, less out of observation and more for security, reassuring yourself that you wouldn’t lose such a powerful weapon. With the pen you could become anyone you want. It didn’t matter if they were a friend or family, the possibilities were limitless. Men or women, young or old, white or colored. Any walk of life, like police officers, politicians, school teachers, and doctors. You grinned to yourself as the excitement showed in your erect nipples and tingling pussy. The simple irony of an otherwise innocuous pen writing dark fantasies into reality aroused you.

“So much fun,” you whispered. But first came the issue regarding David. You turned to his flaccid skin as a shocked expression was frozen into his face. How did this all start anyway, you wondered. Did David suddenly find the pen in the wild, only to be tricked by his mother into being his plaything? Or was it possible that Marie found the pen first, maybe knew of its existence before, and used it to masquerade as her son? This pen fell into the hands of the Anderson family for a reason, and your curiosity tempted you to further uncover the truth. The initial intention was to wear David’s skin anyways, before any of this serendipity unfolded, and he would have to be your only entrance into the Anderson household.

Grabbing David’s skin, you repeated the process of wearing his skin over your mother. Two layers were one thing, but what complication could possibly unfold wearing a third? You already knew of the skins impressing onto each other, so how would wearing a male skin over a female work? There was also the ethical dilemma of wearing your best friend since kindergarten, recognizing this as something of a betrayal of your friendship. So many thoughts and theories, but all it did was excite you in experimenting further. Once you secured your mother’s body into David’s husk, you opened your eyes, finally alone. Blood was already pumping below and you looked down to see David’s fully erect dick and hairy balls inflated for the first time. His penis was a decent enough size, about the same as yours, but you had no boobs nor a larger ass, so the imprinting must be a voluntary thing. You turned your head back to your PC, having forgotten that you left the camera on. A naked David looked back in amusement, as though he enjoyed being worn.

You were ready to assume David’s life.