Aftermath

Going over to Jessica’s **** form, I stabbed her with the spines and absorbed her soul. Letting her new, highly confused and jumbled memories settle in, I could see that I’d definitely caused some psychological damage to her. I spun her chair around and sat as I pondered what to do now.

I’d just had the best sex of my life, and between the roleplaying, the savagery of it, and the **** physical pleasures it had been utterly insane for everyone involved. Still though, all of it had also been an affront to morality, borderline evil behavior that had permanently altered the interactions myself, Jessica and Grace would all have going forward.

But then, hadn’t that been the point? Jessica needed to stop bullying Grace, and I knew only suggestion and the current level of my mind control wouldn’t be enough to alter who she just was, fundamentally, as a person. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t enjoyed causing her such psychological damage, however I also wasn’t really an evil person. Jessica sucked and was awful, but if I let her wake up with those memories, she’d be in therapy for her whole life, or declared insane. Not to mention there was a chance, however slim, that somehow she’d be believed and I’d be hunted as a monster.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to totally abandon my own life just yet. I had a few options ahead of me. I already knew I wasn’t going to leave it as is; Jessica potentially traumatized to the point of mind break and Grace likely doubting her sanity too, between the crazy personality shift lesbian love making Jessica and her own missing days.

I knew no matter what, Grace was getting patched up. At this point, my dick had gone soft again, so I pushed it into Grace’s pussy lips and felt a strange internal suction almost, as it disappeared deep inside her. I gasped a little at the pressure, much like I’d first put on a woman’s skin but not quite as intense, and her internals once again took the place of mine and I was back to just having Grace’s regular vagina in between my legs again.

I pulled her face over mine, appreciating the tight suction as it went taut to my skin, and enjoying opening my eyes to see I was 100% Grace again. I groped her breasts as I walked to the shower, startling myself with the cool water as I began cleaning the sweat and fluids from her form. Even though I planned on saving Grace, I still got a little thrill from using Jessica’s shampoo and body wash; knowing that when Grace was restored, her body would still have a little indication of what I‘d done in it.

Feeling the now warm streams flow down this voluptuous form, I contemplated just keeping it. Grace was too beautiful, and I felt like I hadn’t really given her body the full experience after mainly just using it for ****. Still though, my time in her skin had deepened my feelings for her, and knowing her struggle and the purity of her heart made me want to care for her and keep her safe. To that end, I drew the spines from her fingertips, wincing a little at how alien they looked, and positioned them at the entrance of her pussy lips. I was nervous to try this, but I had to see if it would work…

I slipped them inside so the ends were buried in me, but not so deep to stab me and cause me pain, before feeling that release as the liquid rushed out. I moaned and steadied myself with a hand on the wall, the feeling of the liquid inside me giving a sexual rush, my pussy still so sensitive after everything that had happened.

All at once, I gasped, as I felt something deep inside me move suddenly as it reformed; Grace’s hymen restored. I was a little astonished the healing liquid had worked there, but happy I could still give her the chance to have her “first time”, with her actually piloting her skin this time.

Stepping out of the shower and drying off, I slipped back into her clothes quickly and walked to her room, settling down on her bed as I closed my eyes, diving deep into her memory editor. I opened my eyes in a field of flowers, stretching as far as the eye can see, beautiful lilacs and fresh green stems, growing forth from a hill as a light, sweet wind carried their scent on the air. The sun was radiant in the sky, like mid-afternoon on a beautiful day in May, as those huge fluffy summer clouds moved around the sky, never interrupting the gentle sunshine. Scattered around the field were gaps in between the flowers, puddles reflecting Grace’s memories.

I pulled forth the characters in her life, setting them up to run a scene. Far from being like the uglier versions of most people depicted in Jessica’s head, here they seemed to be more attractive, but in a wholesome way. The lines that made up people’s face were softer, eyes brighter, and smiles warmer. Even though Jessica looked scary, with flickering shadows seeming to follow her, she didn’t look ugly. Rather than see her through a lens of disdain and disgust, Grace was simply scared of her.

“You really do always see the best in people, huh Grace…”

I wasn’t sure what Jessica would be like in future, so I didn’t want to give Grace any positive memories of her I would come to regret. Instead, I gave her positive memories of me at the party. Nothing sexual, but even though it felt a little manipulative giving her fake memories of me, I thought I was the one person I didn’t have to worry about acting different from these fake memories I was implanting. We just had a great time, talking, drinking a little, opening up to each other. The bully Jessica was no-where to be seen in the memories, and Grace finally felt confident that she could have a friend.

Fake memories finished, I left the memory editor and opened my eyes. I hadn’t been in her skin all that long, but every moment had been a rush. I smiled nostalgically, enjoying stripping out of her clothes and folding them gently, replacing them in the wardrobe. Even that simple act had felt so erotic as her… Grace was an innocent girl, but I knew that her body would seem absolutely built for sex with the right person behind the wheel.

I reached behind my neck and pulled, feeling the familiar pain and resistance before it broke, strands and sinews breaking as I pulled her off me. The chill of the air immediately covered my real body with goosebumps as I wormed my way out of her husk, getting dressed in my own discarded clothes quickly before stabbing her skin with the spines. Feeling her soul go depressed me deeply; Unlike Jessica’s soul, which was aggressive and seemed on edge, having Grace’s inside was like feeling the warmth from a hot chocolate move down your throat on a cold day, or the how the first rays of spring sunshine felt after a long winter. Without it, I just felt empty, but I knew I was doing the right thing as I set Grace gently under her covers.

She didn’t usually nap, but I knew when she woke up she’d feel more happy and relaxed than ever, much of the frustration and stress she accrued moving here burnt off in the sexual crucible I’d put her skin through.

Now, I just had to decide what to do with Jessica. I walked through the corridor, opening her door and stepping inside. The place was a total mess. The bed was covered in cum and pussy juice. Clothes were strewn about the floor. The place reeked of sex. At the center of it all, lay Jessica’s skin, covered in slimy residue, with cum still leaking out of her slit.

“God, you’re such a mess Jessica.”

I walked over and, ever wanting to try new things, pulled as hard as I could on her head, watching those goopy sinews I was becoming accustomed to seeing appear at the neck, separating her skin into a two piece. I took my clothes off and sat on the bed, opening the hole of her neck wide and working my way in. The inside still had that warm slime, which seemed to be standard on skinsuits, and always turned me on. I could feel my penis stiffen as it made a clear outline under Jessica’s skin, before that intense pins and needles feeling washed over my body accompanied by pressure, leaving me with her body from the neck down.

Immediately I felt how full my pussy felt, walking over to her en-suite bathroom and spreading her vaginal lips with my fingers once I was safely on the bathroom tile. A huge globule of cum dripped out and ran down her leg, which I slid onto one of my fingers and brought up to my face. I thought about putting it in my mouth, but figured as I still had my own face that might be a little too far right now. I wiped the cum on some toilet paper and went out, plucking up Jessica’s face.

It looked a little creepy as a deflated mask, but still undeniably hot, her lips looking just the right amount of full to really turn me on, and her small button nose being both cute and unobtrusive. I flipped it around and thrust my head inside, feeling the constriction and opening my eyes to see the sinews rejoin at the neck, completing my transformation.

“Hi, I’m Jessica, and starting today I’m going to be a better person! Maybe I’ll only be a bitch when my partner likes it in the bedroom…”

I trailed off, before starting to clean her body in the shower. I really noticed the differences between Jessica’s body and Grace’s, having showered in both in such a short span of time. Jessica’s breasts were smaller, but perkier. Grace’s ass was more voluptuous, but Jessica had more of a sporty profile. Grace’s teeth were nearly perfect, with ever so slight imperfections adding some character, while Jessica’s teeth were perfect in an artificial way. Still, her canines seemed slightly longer than normal, so I guess that could be argued as an imperfection.

I opened her pussy lips again, bringing the shower head down and directing the water inside, gasping at how good it felt. I could feel a different kind of wet starting, but trying to resist another masturbation session, I tried to just wash out as much cum as possible before I broke down and started fingering myself.

Her body cleaned, I slid into the clothes she’d been wearing when she’d entered the kitchen, marveling at the comfort of her sports bra and leggings. I looked up and down her body as I applied her red lipstick in the mirror, feeling a twinge in her pussy as I looked over. This outfit was so comfortable… and so sexy. Jessica knew well her tight body was her best asset, and this outfit killed two birds with one stone; She wore it to maintain her body, and to show it off.

I stretched out her legs and I walked around, the leggings riding up my ass a little, but looking so good I couldn’t help but appreciate it.

“What a sexy look to do laundry in…”

I smirked, stripping her sodden sheets as I took them to the kitchen to wash them. Tidying her room and removing all the physical evidence of what I’d done felt like a breeze as I moved easily, subtly taking pleasure in how much of a joy it was to just move around in Jessica’s body. Every now and again, I’d feel a little pulse from her pussy too, a small reminder of being fucked rough so recently. Although Jessica had been terrified and confused, her memories told me that most of her had absolutely loved the sex, even if her sanity was now on the precipice after futanari Grace had torn off her own face at the moment of climax.

Soon though, I’d restored her bed nice and clean, and lay on it, closing my eyes as I re-entered the red tinged cityscape of Jessica’s memory editor. I knew that Jessica would be permanently altered by this event, no matter what I did to her memories, but I couldn’t have her easily remembering my secret. In fact, I glossed over the whole sex with Grace portion, leaving that time, and the preceding bullying, purposefully ambiguous, so that her imagination could fill in details and possibilities, without her knowing enough of the truth to attempt to prove anything. All I knew was, although my tampering of her memories would take her back from the precipice of a mental break, she would still be changed, and hopefully would have learnt her lesson about bullying Grace.

A part of me considered just using this opportunity to replace Jessica permanently. It was the most sure fire way to ensure she’d never bully Grace again. I was already in her skin, I’d slept with her fuckbuddy and met her friends, I even enjoyed cleaning her bedroom while I was in her form. I loved being her, and even though I wasn’t a bad looking guy, I was much more fit, attractive and sexually confident as Jessica than I was as myself.

I thought about it… but then decided not to. Well, at least not yet. I knew that I’d always feel some type of temptation to, and well… if the skinwalker was right about my real skin breaking down and me needing a new one, Jessica might have been my favorite choice. After all, even with my adjustments, she was still going to be kind of a bitch, and if I was going to steal someone’s life, it should be someone more deserving of it.

For now though, I got out of her clothes, out of her skin, and out of her room, restoring her before I left. I was too curious to see how my little alterations would play out on her, and all I could do was wait…