The Final Click and An Unwanted Guest

POV: Jacinta

With one final “Click,” Lasse deflated into an empty shell. With him out of the way, you were free to take on your new life! Hell, you could take any life you wanted! Annalena was the ideal choice, sure, but she could lead you to some more fun lives to experience. To think that this miraculous device had ended up in the hands of someone like Lasse. A hapless fool that was nothing more than an unknowing courier bringing you the one thing you craved most. A key to a brand new life!

As you’re basking in your own self celebration, you hear faint, soft footsteps echoing from the hall.

“Hey Lasse? Annalena? You want to walk to the bus stop? I just can’t stop thinking about that pen!”

That girl that had rushed out of the office not too long ago! You thought for sure she’d left for good, and now she’s wanting to chat with the deflated buffoon! You weren’t about to reinflate him now, nor were you going to soil your form by adorning him. The thought alone revolted you. No. You had a better idea…

“Las…?”

As she stepped into the doorway you fired the pen at her, watching her crumple into a heap on the floor.

“Alright bitch, you might be a problem. Who the fuck are you?”

Picking her up off the floor, you tear a hole in the nape of her neck and slip your head inside. Feeling her features stick to and morph your face underneath, taking her head as your own, her memories came rushing to you.

“Oh. Oooohhhh~ What a treat you are! A friend of Lasse from the neighboring city? Attending an all girls school? Sharing an apartment with another girl that you’re friends with? I might just have to change my plans up a bit~”

Tearing yourself from this new girl, you laid her on the desk and picked up the empty form of Annalena. A wicked grin on your face, you take the pen and reinflate the girl that you’d planned on being. Watching that luscious form reestablish itself and bring “Annalena” back into the world was fascinating.

“Alright, Annalena you’re going to play my perfect little scapegoat~ While Lasse thinks I’m cruising around in your bod, I’ll be miles away playing the role of one of his best friends. Why bother ascending the social ladder here when I can move into a much better school that is just meant for me!? I’ll just have to wear her personality with that boob around, and when I’m alone… I’ll be plotting a course for my better life! You got all that?”

Annalena, now a **** to your will, stares at you with a blank expression and responds,

“Yes my mistress. I’ll play my role as I always have, but now I will be a distraction for you. May I ask why you simply do not make the other one a ****, too?

You hadn’t expected a question from what was supposed to be your mindless marionette.

“Well, I think it will be quite fun to watch him squirm~ He’ll think he’s let his friend down, lost his heritage, and will be trying to take the pen from you. I think that will make for a fun game. And I’ll need you to act like yourself. The ‘mistress’ talk is lovely, but don’t do that in public, understand? And while I’m in this girl, you’ll act like you don’t know me. Only act on my orders in public if I give a direct order, and don’t do anything that will make Lasse suspicious of me being in his friend. In fact, you can even mix a little of my personality in from time to time. Feel free to freshen up your wardrobe to my tastes as well. Really play into the role of ‘me wearing you.’”

Some light returns to the eyes of your suit **** as she adapts the persona you’ve instructed her to assume.

“Now, Annalena, get dressed and get out of here. I’ll be out shortly. Or, this girl will be, but with me manning the helm~”

With your **** dressed and gone, you proceeded to don the skin of Lasse’s friend. She was no Annalena, but she was cute. And most importantly she’d afford you a front-row seat to Lasse’s struggle. He’d confide in you; let his secrets and plans to retrieve the pen fall right into the lap of its new owner. And he would be utterly clueless.

Spreading her cheeks apart, you begin to wiggle in through her asshole. Tearing her open and wearing her like a suit wouldn’t satiate you. No, you want it to feel intimate. To have this body engulf you. To take you in and squeeze you with a slimy embrace as you made it your own. And it was lovely~

The skin didn’t fight your intrusion, in fact it seemed to want you inside. To be whole again. Pushing forward into the slimy, slick abyss you were all too happy to oblige. Soldiering toward the light, the vacant eye sockets came into focus as you slithered into your new head. Aligning your arms with the suit’s, you took them too. They were like greased up opera gloves that fit quite tight, but you could feel your limbs conforming to the suit to afford you the perfect fit.

“Mmmhmmmm…. So my new name will be… Laura… I guess it could be worse. I’ll need to update my wardrobe, ditch the boyfriend, and maybe find a little someone special to cozy up to…”

You took to making minor adjustments to your new face, feeling your new hands play across the features you now possessed giving you a sense of alien familiarity. The brown hair, the modest boobs, the flat belly; it all felt average but homey. You could always dye the hair or look into implants, but would all that really be necessary when you can be anyone? With the pen you could experience any body you wanted. Laura was merely the first stepping stone on your journey.

But for now, you’d be Laura, Lasse’s best female friend. One he shared a tight bond with that you would **** for fun. Only problem was that you weren’t completely Laura yet. Your legs still hung out from your new butt making you look like some sort of freakish idol to someone’s anal vore fetish, and that certainly was unbecoming of the new girl you would become. With a smirk you proceeded to complete your transformation, savoring each new sensation it brought.

Bringing your legs through your tight pucker sent waves of pleasure rocketing through your body as you let out a satisfied moan. Your thighs squeezing through were beyond enjoyable, giving you pleasures that many could only dream of when taking it in the rear. With a deep breath, you recompose yourself and take to filling out your new legs like your favorite pair of leather leggings.

Like the rest of the skin, the legs were slick and slimy and felt really good as you fashioned them to your own. With your feet squeezed into the suits, making you all Laura on the outside, you begin to feel the suit start to coat the walls of your anus and vagina with those of Laura’s. It was orgasmic to feel your holes become refashioned. Bracing yourself against the desk, your body had completed becoming Laura as a pleasurable pang lashed in your skull. The body you’d claimed filled with waves of euphoria coursing through your veins as you stood there panting.

Not wanting to waste time, you quickly began dressing in her clothes and straightening out your new hair. You had finally completed your theft of Laura’s skin. Her memories, feelings, personality, and body were now sharpened tools at your disposal.

Turning to the husk of the guy who used to be Laura’s friend, you set to work bringing him back. Making sure to free him from his bonds beforehand while he was still a malleable husk, you gave Lasse a zap to allow him to reform on the counselor's bed. It wasn’t as fun to watch as Annalena. You cared not for such a flat form that lacked any definition, with its only hallmark feature being the currently reanimating genitals. That aside, it was time to start the game.

“Alright, Lasse. As you are my **** for the moment, I’ll give you your necessary instructions. When I allow it, you will regain your full autonomy. You will retain all memories up to the point when I deflated you. And finally, if you ever reobtain the pen you will return it to me and forget that you’d gotten it back. You will be a puppet without strings. One that will struggle with its freedom as it is never quite able to reach its goal. You will do this all for my amusement. And you will be ignorant of the truth as it's flaunted right in front of you. Now. I’ll instruct you to sleep for half an hour, and when you awake you will regain your freedom. I look forward to your show.”

With that, Lasse fell into a deep sleep before you. Soon to awaken to a nightmare scenario of your making. And that made you shiver with delight as you left the office eager to get acquainted with the new life you’d acquired.