Reveal yourself as Annie... and wear Victoria

“You know though, there was one name you didn’t use. One that never even crossed your mind. Annie.”

“A-Annie?”

“Yeah. Do you remember Annie?”

“No… should I have?”

I just stood, so I towered over the partially deflated Victoria, and reached to the back of my head. There was a tear of slimy sinews breaking, a burst of cool air entering the hot, moist interior or the skinsuit, and then I pulled. Maria’s face lost its consistency, falling forward, her black bob haircut ticking down the front of my bust, as Annie’s face underneath was revealed.

“Remember me?”

Annie’s voice sounded higher pitched and much more girlish compared to the more mature Maria, yet still carried the teasing tone of sadism I was loving using as I played with Victoria.

“Y-you… now I remember… you’re that stupid poor girl. The scholarship student!”

For a moment, it seemed as though the shock of seeing a familiar face brought Victoria back to the past. That face, that reminder of school, the place where she reigned as queen. That face that she’d dominated and mocked, utterly humiliated such a short time ago. For a moment, it brought back the fire she’d always had at her command.

“What do you think you’re doing here, you stupid, pathetic little slut! Someone as poor as you shouldn’t even be on this mountain, yet alone this house. And disguising yourself as my maid? Well, maybe you’re finally adjusting to your station, but that won’t save you.”

I rolled my eyes as I climbed free of Maria’s skinsuit, Annie’s skinny, youthful little body being much less warm and indulgent than the womanly Maria had been. Standing naked over Victoria’s semi-deflated form, albeit much smaller than I had been before, I reached her direction.

“You know Victoria, you never did know when to shut up.”

I grabbed Victoria’s lips, pulling them apart as I sat on her bed, hearing sounds that must have just been her attempts at talking when her pliable mouth was pulled wide open. The sounds got louder, and I shoved my little foot into her mouth.

“Mhmm, do you like that, Victoria? How does the poor girl’s foot taste, inside your precious, refined little mouth? That same mouth that can taste even the most subtle differences in water? I hope it’s nice and delicious, it’s been warm inside my thigh high socks all day in school, and then marinated in the inside of your maid’s skinsuit. Bon appetite!”

I rubbed my foot around her mouth, enjoying the sensation as I took my twisted pleasure. Victoria tried to thrash, **** yet incoherent sounds coming from her only semi-deflated vocal chords, as I shoved my legs deeper. Annie’s legs were soft and smooth, so it was a very different experience from putting a man’s leg down a skinsuit’s throat, but it felt as though I could feel Victoria’s warm saliva all the more clearly on my soft leg because of it.

“It’s really interesting you know. I wasn’t sure you could actually do this, but my mentor, I guess, encouraged me to experiment, so here we are. Who would have thought if you got the dosage right, you could actually make someone partially skinsuited? Enough to wear, but not so much that they’re fully inanimate and ****?”

More weird sounds from Victoria served as a confused reply, that I just answered by shoving my other foot inside her lips.

“I wouldn’t do this to most people. Like Maria for example. Oh, I guess you don’t know who that is, though you really should. Your maid. Well, with her I made it quick. She was fully turned so fast, she barely knew what was going on. It’s efficient that way, you know? And kind. But with you… well. Why were you such a huge, colossal bitch all the time? I’ve personally seen how you treated Maria, and how you treated Annie… ahem, I mean me. Just think how you’ve been treating service workers, waitresses, shop employees, really anyone.

No, I kinda wanted you to get a taste of your own medicine. To know how it feels to be used. To lose all autonomy. To feel helpless, before a power you have no hope of controlling, or stopping, or negotiating with. That’s how it feels to all the people you humiliate, trapped in a system that gives ultimate rewards to those born at the top, and tramples everyone else in return.

And you have the gall to think it’s fair! To think that you deserve all of this! That you’re naturally superior, and this is your rightful reward! I know that no-one chooses the situations they’re born into, but perhaps some humility, some kindness, some anything more than what you are. You have everything, looks, wealth, power, talent. And all you do with all that is be a spoilt, rotten little bitch, who makes things worse for everyone else.”

I roughly pulled Victoria’s lips up to my midriff, her legs filled with mine, Annie’s expanding out to fill the more toned calves and thighs Victoria possessed. Small tears were flowing down Victoria’s face, her mascara running. I pulled her lips to my neck as I began to fill her arms, and feel her chest stick to mine. It was similar to what had happened when I put Maria on, Annie’s sensitive nipples pulsing pleasurably, before they seemed connected to Victoria’s, expanding out to fill her more indulgent cup size.

I cried out and fell back onto the bed, Annie’s black hair and Victoria’s blonde both splaying out on the sheets as I moaned unashamedly. Victoria’s own skin was betraying her, giving her precious, perfect form to the girl she’d mocked and bullied, and the best thing was she could feel every… last… moment. I giggled with erotic pleasure as the tight, slick sensation of Victoria’s womb sliding inside Annie’s made my freshly stolen pussy wet and hot and aroused.

I could still hear small sounds from Victoria, though they lacked the strength to be more than whimpers now, now that most of her body had been stolen. There was a slight tickle each time she made noise, a slight vibration as her lips moved just a little. It made me laugh, as with her head so distended like this, Victoria couldn’t move anything enough to stop me.

“Ohh, so even through all of this, you’re still conscious, huh? That’s really something. I wonder if you can still feel everything I can?”

I was musing out loud, even as my sadistic curiosity drove me to push this even further. I looked down at ‘my’ hands, admiring the pure white skin and the gleam of the pearlescent pink nail polish, before greedily taking a handful of my new breasts. That vibration around my neck, those little sounds that were more like moans than just screams that time, seemed to confirm just how much Victoria could feel even as she was just my partially worn skinsuit.

“Mhmm, wow… you’re so much bustier than me, Victoria.”

I said it in a way that was halfway between teasing lust and bitter jealously, roleplaying to the max as Annie, the poor girl who’d do anything to get ahead. Including, as far as Victoria was concerned, stealing and wearing the skin of the richest, most popular girl in school.

“But… well. I suppose these will be my breasts now. I’m going to love the weight of them, and the way boys will stare. I wonder if I’ll use your identity to get closer to some of the hot guys in class. They’re already all over you, so once I’m wearing you totally, it’ll be nice to get some of that attention for myself.”

As I talked, I kneaded my new soft, fatty breasts, slim fingers leaving delicate indentations on their perky surface. I swirled around Victoria’s nipples, before stroking over them, teasing and pinching, moaning as I heard what was left of Victoria be **** to do the same.

“Mhmm, ohhh, that feels so good.”

Trying to get even the pleasure from just her tits under some control I began moving my hands down lower, tracing my midriff, admiring the flat, toned stomach, all of Victoria’s hard work in the private gym she enjoyed here in her mansion stolen by me.

“Hmm, I wonder. Will I start with Danny? Quarterback of the football team, and that hunky body, oh it’s to die for. I bet he’s got a thick cock. I wonder how it will feel stretching out my pussy? Or, oh wait, I guess it’ll technically be your pussy, I’ll just be using it.”

More vibrations, a sound of protest, well, as much as there could be from Victoria in such a reduced state.

“Or, maybe Carlisle? His daddy owns a major oil company, so I’m sure my new daddy would approve of the union. The joining together of two empires, huh? When I’m wearing your face, no-one would ever dare call me poor, or undeserving, ever again.”

I stroked around the edges of Victoria’s pussy, hearing her moan, before I dove my fingers in. I closed my eyes, joining her as girl juices so thick they were almost like syrup oozed out. I knew it was just my imagination they felt like that, that I was so caught up in the ****, overwhelming, twisted pleasure of the situation that my sense of touch was heightened beyond what was normal, but I couldn’t resist feeling that way.

“Mhmm, or maybe… John? Captain of the Basketball team, tall, confident, charismatic, black. Oh, don’t think I didn’t notice how you turned up your nose at him in the cafeteria a few weeks ago. Even though he’s popular, and talented and has so many friends, you always make efforts to keep him just below the highest tiers of the school’s social scene, don’t you? One of the only non-white students at Thornton, too. The old you might not have liked him, but I think he’s really attractive… maybe he’ll be the new Victoria’s boyfriend? I bet I’d have a lot of fun with him~”

Victoria tried to scream, but it just came out so muffled and quiet and incoherent, her awful situation still totally untenable for her chances of making any real noise. I just continued, as I felt all the twisted sadism I got from taunting the former uber-arrogant bully grow greater by the second.

“And… I wonder how he is in bed? Or Danny, or Carlisle, or any of the boys at school now. I wonder if this is how their big, thick cocks will feel ravaging my hungry little slit.”

I dove Victoria’s fingers as deep as they’d go into my lower entrance, feeling my walls practically convulse while my fingers picked up the pace fully in the hot, slick interior of my pussy. I needed this pleasure like I needed air, digging away inside me, thrusting as I imagined using Victoria’s body and identity to seduce any of the students I liked.

“Hmmm, ohhh myyy Godddd, ughhh. This feels like heaven… and… you know Victoria? It wouldn’t just be the boys. I bet wearing your face, with all the power of your position and the sway you hold over the school, I could have any of the girls too.”

I heard Victoria’s attempt at a squeal, somewhere between distress and pleasure, as I just laughed. I began to change the way I fingered her, the fingers inside wiggling now more that thrusting, using each memory Annie had of being eaten out by Mr.Laithwaite to try and simulate the feeling as my other hand worked my clitoris. I was pretty successful in getting the feeling, all of Annie’s experience coming in very handy.

“Ohhh, you wouldn’t like that, would you? And yet, soon, you won’t be you. Feel what I’m doing to our pussy? That sensation? Well, it’s about as close as I can get to the feeling. The feeling of a girl eating you out, her soft tongue licking under your school skirt as you run your fingers through her hair. You’d hate that, wouldn’t you Victoria? I know how you feel about people with less money than you, so I can only imagine how you feel about lesbians. Soon I’ll make you one. I’m bi after all, so it’s only natural that you will be too, once I become you forever.”

Victoria almost tried to make another noise of distressed protest, before I went beyond my limit and both of us were swept up in a powerful orgasm. That teased, stolen rich girl pussy between my legs spasmed as I squealed, a slap of dopamine breaking in my head as it tumbled around my body. I bucked in the bed at first, electricity behind my knees and my inner elbows, and even in my feet, my whole body filled with light and energy, a tsunami of pleasure.

Breathing fast, I felt like I was sinking into Victoria’s luxury mattress due both to its ludicrously high quality and the happy chemicals relaxing my whole body. Lying there for a few minutes, I eventually sat up, hearing more unintelligible sounds as her distended lips vibrated around my neck.

“Oh, you’re quite right Victoria. Where are my manners? If I’m going to be a girl of distinction and class, then I mustn’t keep you waiting. It would be rude for me to head out… without my face on.”

The most evil grin yet took my features, as I prepared for the final subjugation.

“Goodbye, Victoria.”

She tried one last scream before it lost the last slivers of coherence it had, as I plucked her lips open and pulled her head up around mine, letting it cover me completely. I could feel it move a little, the small amount of agency Victoria still had trying to do something, anything, to avoid her fate. And yet she was ultimately powerless, her skinsuit being attracted as if magnetically to my face, her features aligning with mine. That tightness that was becoming so familiar returned, my vision going white for a moment, before inside a huge rush came upon me.

Now that I’d fully put her on, it was like her soul seeped into me from all directions, her agency and the awareness she’d displayed up to this point being lost as she became totally skinsuit. Her soul entered that same skinwalker part of me, that tightness struggling to contain her alongside Lisa, Annie and Maria, the white so intense in my vision. And then, just as intense as it’d been before, it passed, the skinwalker side of me seeming to grow as it became able to accommodate the souls of four women all around whatever was left of my own soul.

“Well, that was a dramatic evening. At least the sushi was good.”

I rolled my eyes, Victoria’s voice leaving my lips as I used it with exactly the same inflections she would use.

Oh… this is perfect.

I stood off the bed, walking naked and proud into her walk-in closet, examining my gorgeous new skin from all the angles. Blonde, blue eyed, and perfectly proportioned, this really was a body that’d been bred through generations of money.

“I do look like a total mess now though.”

I laughed as I looked at my tear-stained face, mascara all ran down my cheeks.

“It’s kinda hot though…? God, I’m such a messy bitch. Now, let’s see what’s in your memories.”

I closed my eyes as I opened a lifetime of designer clothes and privilege with an utterly empty emotional core. I couldn’t help but shake as I was overwhelmed by endless possibilities contrasted so heavily with such vacuousness, all of which had shaped Victoria into such an unpleasant girl.

And her family…!

“Oh, Stefan, you’ve really been a naughty boy.”

It seems Victoria was privy to a great deal of her father’s dealings, as he’d almost gleefully gloat about the things he’d ordered done around the world, a great deal of them utterly awful. It was to “instill the right kind of attitude” in his daughter, or so he said. He wanted her to be as greedy as she was ruthless, utterly convinced of her own superiority and utterly convinced it gave her the right to do everything she wanted, no matter the cost to anyone else.

As I opened my new eyes, I let my own type of evil smirk take the pretty features I’d stolen.

I’m not just here for Victoria, after all.