Zap Trish right now

"Alright, I have an idea, but first I need to see if this really works." You say, snatching the box and pulling out the black pen.

Holding the pen in your palm, it feels good. It tickles your skin with it's cold, hard texture, smooth and shiny like plastic. Upon further examination, you notice the head is like a crystal, and it looks more like glass than plastic, but it's probably the latter. You thumb runs over the moderately sized button on the shaft.

The pen's uniform and elegant shape contrasts with the mess of burnt flesh across your hand, an ugly scar formed by an accident years ago.

You tell people you burnt your hand on an iron, but in truth, it was your father. He came home drunk one night and.. got out of control.

Defending your sister from him, like a stoic and valiant tower, you were easily swept up and taken to the kitchen.

Your father decided he would "teach you some respect", heating up the stovetop, he marked you as a burden to him forever.

Now he's sitting in jail for it, and you're staring at your two closest friends. Your eyes float to Trish, something inside you urges to zap her.

So you do.

"Jimmy, what the fuck!?" David yells, as Trish's surprised expression quickly deflates into a flat sheet of her own skin.

You get up and swipe the newly formed costume from the bed, it's warm. You're perturbed by it, it's unnatural.

It's incredible..

"Jimmy! Jimmy!", David says, his voice getting blocked out as you're entranced. "Are you fucking serious right now?!"

You flip Trish around and rip her shirt off, dropping it on the floor. Her white bra easily comes off, letting the flaccid folds of what would be her breasts flap against her ribs. You smile slowly as you uncover the helpless form of Trish, removing her sweatpants with a weak tug, and finally her underwear.

Putting Trish's neck to your face, you inhale deeply the scent of her hair. It's a strong, rich scent. Kind of reminds you of maple syrup.

Her tanned skin compliments her long dirty blonde hair, and you ball up a handful in your fingers, feeling it's soft yet coarse curls.

A seam runs down her back, and you open it curiously with two fingers, pulling the sides, it stretches out, revealing a large cavity inside.

The ultimate disguise.. It's a.. skinsuit!

You drop the suit against your computer chair and quickly strip down, letting your clothes drop to the floor as well.

Picking up the suit again, you pull open Trish' back and stick your arm into hers.

You feel your bones crackle, your skin, fat and muscle worms about under your new skin. Becoming taughter, stronger. A new complexion now paints your arm a nice tanned brown, and you wiggle your new fingers. They're fair, skinny, with pink fingernails. You're utterly fascinated by these little things.

But most of all, the ugly, huge burn on your hand is gone.

It's gone!

David POV

"Jimmy, what's the matter with you?!" You yell, getting up from his bed.

Grabbing Jimmy's shoulders you shake him, and he stirs from his trance. For a moment, he stares at you almost clueless. His fingers still waving in the air, albeit slowly as if he was manipulating a marionette.

"It's gone David, my burn mark!" Jimmy yells.

"Jimmy, you zapped Trish without her permission!" You yell back, to sedate him.

"I don't care, I'm.. free.." Jimmy replies, looking at his hand again.

"What the..?" You remark as Jimmy's grinning expression.

Suddenly, Jimmy pushes you back with tremendous effort. You stumble backwards and hit the end of the bed, consequently falling onto it.

Looking back at him as you recover, you see Trish's body hideously contorted as Jimmy stretches her back out, stuffing the rest of himself inside.

The more Jimmy moves and wriggles himself inside the suit, the more it shapes itself onto his form. You see Trish's firm, thick legs take shape over Jimmy's skinny ones, and a taught, toned stomach replaces Jimmy's unused abdominals. Trish's modest breasts almost expand as they cling to Jimmy, he pulls her head over his own, massaging and adjusting her features in like a halloween mask. A few seconds later, your friend Trish stands before you, pulling and tugging as the loose skin around her body. Jimmy's new fingers grip the folds of slack skin on his thighs and pulls them up, tightening her groin around his own. Then he grips her Adam's apple and pulls, along with her cheeks. The final adjustments completed, Trish exhales and begins to laugh.

You cringe at it, a high pitched, sadistic laugh warps the normally fun and carefree nature of Trish that you're so accustomed too.

Her eyes are lighting up in a way you've never seen, she continuously fondles her breasts and slumps against Jimmy's computer chair. Spreading her legs, she eagerly toys with herself.

"Tri- Jimmy! Stop it!" You yell, grabbing her arm.

She instantly rends her arm away from you and hisses, returning your advance with the threat of her new weapon, the black pen.

Pointing it at you, her face is contorted into an expression of passion mixed with primal frenzy. A strange sight, to see something so beautiful perverted into something so.. bestial.

"Don't touch me David!" Trish commands, and you back off.

"You have.. her voice.." You say.

"Her voice? No, David. It's my voice now." Trish says, smirking smugly.

"What? What the hell!?" You protest quickly, but a wave of the black pen's head shuts you up.

"I feel so renewed in here, wearing Trish makes me feel.. amazing.." Jimmy says, a fanatic laugh follows.

"You can't do this Jimmy, I didn't bring you the pen for this!" You say.

"I don't care." Trish smirks, before licking her lips seductively, "However.. I'm craving a little more than just this.."

Trish suddenly bounds up and leaps onto you, pushing you against the bed once more. She slinks down to your legs and undoes your pants, with a quick tug, she soon reveals your member, currently hardening due to the attractive, naked female infront of you.

You've always had fantasies about Trish, heck, you've had fantasies about most girls. But you'd never have thought it'd happen in real life, and not like this.

You're about to protest when you feel a wet sucking occur around the tip of your member. Blood instantly rushes through your groin and you become excited, you hear a contented growl from below. Trish messily works her wet tongue around your member, bobbing her head up and down rapidly, she fervorously sucks you off.

"Jimmy, what the f-fuck man?!" You say, before a wave of pleasure silences you.

You feel yourself plunged into the back of Trish's throat and she gags on you, wrapping her tongue around your now sticky, slimy cock.

Slowly, Trish slides her head up, her lips wiping your skin clean and she finishes with a loud, satisfying smack.

"How's that?" Trish asks, raising one blonde brow.

"S-Surprisingly good, actually.. But, why..?" You ask.

"Because this body.. wants it. I feel an urge, it's incredible!" Trish explains.

She crawls up onto the bed and mounts you, licking her lips as she adjusts your cock to the lips of her cunt.

"Wait wait waitwaitwa- Agh!" You yell as she inserts you into her cunt, she tries to restrict her moaning for the fear of attracting anyone downstairs.

You lay there in heaven as Trish rides you, she grips her breasts and squeezes them together, then she leans forward and puts her fingers on your chest, gently rubbing under your ribs as she leans in and plants her lips on yours. Confused, you "accidentally" shut your eyes for a split second, before she cuts it off and rears up.

You open your eyes to see a surprised, and grinning Trish.

"Didn't expect you to succumb to me so easily.. David. I suppose anyone with their cock in this pussy would, though.." Trish says.

You simply groan and lay limp on the bed.

Jimmy's POV

You continue for a few more minutes, before you feel something start to heat up, more than it already has. You bite you lip and play with your clit, serving to only hasten the feeling. In a few moments, you bubble up and burst into a plethora of sensations and buckle under their weight, collapsing onto a heap ontop of David.

"G-God!" You gasp repeatedly, you hand slithering down between your legs to the now sticky cocky still halfway inside your pussy.

Stroking it, you feel some of your cum remain on your fingers and you promptly suck it off after raising your arm again.

You lay there for a moment, breasts squished against David's chest, you're satisfied for now. Getting up, you stand and look at yourself in the closet door mirror.

Your groin is shiny and sticky with your own juices, some trickling down your legs, sweat coats the rest of you. Flicking your long curls behind your shoulders, you walk to the closet and pull out one of your towels, wrapping it around yourself. Then you walk to the black pen and pick it up.

"Jimmy.. you sick.. motherfucker.." David groans, tired. "What are you..?"

You point the pen at him and smirk, holding your towel's edges against your breasts.

"I don't need you anymore, but I can't let you go either. You'd probably tell Jessica and that's a no no.." You say.

David's eyes widen and he flies up, but you extend your arm to stop him in his tracks.

"What do you want with Jess?!" David yells.

"Everything.." You say, curling your lips into a cruel grin before you burst out into laughter, your thumb silences David's ensuing scream of hate.

His form crumples to the ground in a heap, and you giggle. Holding the pen, you walk to the door and open it, then proceeding to leave the room to go meet the rest of your family.

(Author Dystrophia)