One more day won’t hurt…

One more day won’t hurt…

The thoughts tugged gently, my will to resist staying slowly being eroded.

I’m already here… this sleeping bag is so comfortable. It’s just today, then driving back home tonight. That’s not too long to wait, is it?

Alicia’s naked body felt so warm in my arms, her smell, so natural and sexy, filling my nose as I breathed her in.

I’m holding her right now, after fucking her all night, tightly in a sleeping bag. Alicia… that cute blonde, like a ray of sunshine with a perfect smile. As myself, I would never have had a chance with her, not while she was in such a perfect relationship. But thanks to these powers…

Frank’s bigger cock stiffened a little as the memories of making love to her flowed around my head, a forbidden pleasure unlocked by these dark powers.

Speaking of forbidden pleasure… if I'm really going to stay…

Alicia moaned a little as I pierced her with my spines, their bony structure sliding in easily to her soft, exposed back and filling her with skinwalker liquid while she slept. She didn’t even wake up, before she was turned completely into a warm, vacant shell, ready to be worn.

What could be more forbidden, more exotic, and ultimately more thrilling that stealing the life of the girlfriend in the relationship, rather than the boyfriend? An embarrassed blush rose directly to my cheeks, looking so uncharacteristic on Frank’s face.

It’s not WEIRD, after all! It’s perfectly normal to take the girl’s place instead of the guys! It’s just the more exciting choice, after all, I’ve been a guy my whole life, so isn’t it fresher being the girl for a change?

I was trying to justify it to myself as if this hadn’t been my secret fetish all along, and now that I had the power to realize it, I just couldn’t help myself. I slid out of the sleeping bag and sat cross-legged, no way Frank’s tall form could actually stand properly in this tent.

Visions of sex from Alicia’s perspective rose unbidden to my mind, inflaming my cock with desire as my lust manifested itself in a way I couldn’t deny. It wasn’t just the sex; it was playing Alicia’s role too. The small glances I’d sneaked at her body below me all day, the way the seatbelt sat in between her titties on my chest, such a small, tactile reminder of the skin I was in all throughout the drive up, getting me so wet for the whole time.

Acting like the cute, warm-hearted girlfriend, doting and teasing. Flirting with my man on our special, romantic trip, living so naturally. The deception of it, that evil, perfect mix of stealing the happy, flawless exterior of Alicia and filling it with me, a male imposter, while the man who loved her couldn’t even tell his girlfriend had been turned into a skinsuit for me to wear so comfortably.

Between the vile, deviant pleasure of the truth and the embarrassing, feminine pleasure of being the cute girlfriend, I just couldn’t get enough of the feeling. Being Frank was its own fantasy, and had felt so good, but… the life I really wanted to steal, was Alicia’s.

First though... it might be better if I covered my tracks. All it would take would be one slip-up, and I might get caught as I used either one of these bodies for sex and love... I didn't want to ruin their relationship, and I definitely didn't want them to realize someone was taking their skins for a joyride.

Eyes closed, I dipped into Frank's memory editor, finding the process coming much more intuitively now that I was a little experienced with it. The aesthetic of it was a lot like the hometown I'd seen in his memories, but it seemed almost filtered through a happier lens; rooms were bigger, colors crisper, faces clearer. It was an interesting contrast with Alicia's; both were similar in that they showed very ideal, outdoors focused small town life, but Frank's was almost like the ideal that her knew, whereas Alicia's was like the ideal that could be.

I guessed Frank was the more traditional of the pair, and Alicia the more imaginative. I pondered on the differences between them, and on the warped powers that allowed me to know them so intimately, for just a moment, before doing what I came here to do. It was easy to give some of my own memories from his pov; I'd been playing his role like an expert, and so nothing was done that he wouldn't.

Well... except for the skinsuit stuff, and my incredibly dubious inner monologue of course... best to leave some of that stuff out.

Satisfied with my handiwork, I left Frank's memory editor and returned to the real world, finding it hard to contain my pervy excitement to get out of his skin and get back inside Alicia's.

I dug my fingers into Frank’s chest, feeling the strong pectorals stretch just a little before my grip was able to pull them apart. Tearing open a skinsuit looked so icky doing it from the front where I could see, as I was really able to make out the strands of flesh parting into gooey sinews, and the glisten of the slime still coating my noticeably pale flesh underneath.

I tried to suppress a shiver at how cold the air felt against my real skin, as more and more of me was revealed, before I finally got my arms, legs and head out of Frank and fell forward out of him, like a snake shedding its skin. I suppose I was just like a snake now after all; except I shed other people’s skin, rather than my own.

Actually, if what that monster had said was true, I would eventually be shedding my own skin sooner or later too…

I sat up, feeling noticeably worse as myself than I had as either Frank of Alicia, as I pondered such disquieting thoughts.

Shedding my own skin… emerging as a monster, looking just like it had…

I held up Alicia’s empty vessel, looking over her deflated face; studying it and noting how even appearing so unnatural like this, she was still cute.

Without my own skin, when the time came I would need to take someone else’s… taking someone else’s life for my own… their face, their body, their identity…

Doing such a thing to such a nice person would be so villainous, but… I couldn’t deny how comfortable and fun some lives really were. I gulped as nerves and fears were pushed away by the ease of irresponsibility, as I deemed all of that to be future Alex’s problem. As for now….

Can I… get inside through the mouth?

The idea seemed to pulse a little in my dick, as the strange, carnal eroticism of the thought dialled my lust higher and ensured my curiosity would need to be sated. I gripped Alicia’s soft lips and pulled, watching them stretch only as far as they would naturally initially, before they went further and further.

Seeing her look so unnatural was a little gross in a way, but knowing I would be fully covered and transformed by the skin of such a beautiful girl made me hasten to try it. I slid my foot into her throat experimentally, feeling how warm and almost comfy it seemed inside the skin, swallowing as I felt the saliva inside coat and mat my leg hairs.

Ughhh… such a weird sensation… it should be disgusting, so why am I finding it so fucking hot??

I guided that foot down lower, watching it’s shape move under the surface of Alicia’s skin until it found it’s place aligned inside her leg. The tight pressure warped into a pins and needles feeling, as I moaned a little, before finally flexing her nail polish tipped toes.

Woah…

I felt a strange envy for my drunken self, as I took the time to really appreciate putting on Alicia’s skinsuit.

I wish I could remember how it felt doing this for the first time, drunk, but I guess this way I get to have two first times?

I blushed as I thought about it, before flexing her other toes as my second leg took over hers.

Now… how will this feel…??

I blushed intensely as I pulled her up, gasping at the warm feeling of my dick dragging along the slimy inside of her skin, watching its shape clearly bulge out from the other side. I could see her pussy lips, and with twisted curiosity wondered how it would feel to take her insides for my own too.

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. A visceral pulling sensation tugged my rock hard cock behind her feminine entrance, before inverting suddenly, a hot burrowing sensation being matched by a stretching of the hips as her womb formed inside me.

“Mhhmmuugghhhhhhh~!”

I felt myself going crosseyed as I rolled a little on the tent floor, so overwhelmed by the sudden penetration of female sex organs, Alicia’s most intimate place becoming a part of my body in spectacular fashion.

I lay panting, a little sweaty almost, before letting my male hand wander over and trace the outline.

Soft, pillowy lips… Alicia’s labia between my legs…

I pressed those lower lips apart a little, and was rewarded with a small spurt of pussy juice squelching up my finger.

God, I’m so wet already, ughhh…

I sucked off her juices, enjoying their musky, taste, almost like apples somehow.

My taste now…

I found myself shuddering with perverse pleasure for a moment, feeling utterly how hedonistic this power was. No guy was ever meant to know what it was like to have the cute girl down the hall’s pussy between his legs, as he slips inside her skin to steal her body and identity.

And yet… here I was. I hungrily pulled her higher up me now, thrusting my arms inside hers and cooing as her breasts filling on my chest, letting fingertips wander over their soft forms with the smaller hands I now possessed.

I gave a very girly giggle, so pleased to have this body again, before a look of dissatisfaction crossed my face at hearing my male voice. It seemed like such a buzzkill, when I could be giggling in Alicia’s instead. I peeled her lips wider once again before I thrust my head deep inside hers, letting her consume me. Darkness gave way to white, overwhelming pressure, as Alicia’s smaller face burrowed onto my own, when all at once light was restored. Seeing the tent again, I knew my eyes were now Alicia’s dazzling blue.

Feeling her personality rolling around inside of me is so satisfying…

It was doubly as strong now I was inside her skinsuit, and enjoying the rich sensation of her soul now only served as a reminder of how much I’d missed it when she had been restored.

A big, innocent smile took my features, Alicia’s purity effortlessly disguising my own corruption, as I let Frank’s soul slide out of my spines back into his skin, filling it up to it’s full majestic stature.

I can’t wait until “my” boyfriend tells me what we’re going to do today~!”