Ross inside Sarah's skinsuit

“Over here.”

I hadn’t noticed Amy step away but she returned from Carole’s walk-in closet with a sly smirk. I was beginning to understand that Amy was more comfortable around women; her previous shyness seemed to have dissipated once I had sheathed myself in the other girl’s form. Instead, the blonde strut forward, boldly letting a large light purple strap-on dildo sway affixed to her crotch by a black leather harness strapped around her hips.

Given the direction of the last few minutes and the knowledge that Carole had one, I wasn’t surprised to see a second dildo rear itself now that I sported a pussy of my own. I wasn’t surprised, but I was intimidated as fuck. The purple one eyed monster looked even bigger on Amy’s slender frame, making it seem almost grotesque. She climbed onto the bed and stood in the center. I turned, mesmerized, following the wobbling tool and found it hovering in my face.

“Hope you were paying attention when we were sucking you off earlier. Cause now it’s your turn,” Amy declared, folding her arms under her bosom.

Up close, my fears multiplied. There was no way the huge thing would fit. Like Carole’s toy, It was bigger than my cock by several inches and girthier, to match. As I felt her press the thing against my lips, I noticed it was even warm, and seemed to twitch in response to contact. For all the things technology had advanced, of course it would be sexcraft on the cutting edge.

“Come on, suck on it. It’s only fair after we swallowed yours, right?” Amy prodded. She pushed against my lips a bit more with her tip. My transformation really seemed to have unleashed a different side of the freckled blonde. Was this what it was called being a ‘switch?’

Unsure of what other option I had, I parted my lips and let her enter. My jaw felt wrenched wide as she forayed into my mouth, and when she found the back of my throat, there was still a good quarter of her toy still outside my mouth.

I felt hands on my head, preventing me from retreating.

“That’s no good, Sarah. You need to take it all the way to the base or your partner won’t be satisfied! Isn’t that what we’re practicing for?” Carole’s voice whispered in my ear.

Amy smiled innocently and jerked her hips forward, invading my throat and making me gag. I shuddered, my eyes tearing, and my nose pressing up against the leather harness but Carole held me fast from behind. It felt like forever, but eventually Amy pulled back, withdrawing entirely from my mouth and allowing me to breathe again.

“Well that’s no good, but I suppose until you’re ready for proper deepthroat practice you can work on other fellatio techniques,” Carole’s voice was gentle but her admonishment stung. The redhead climbed onto the bed next to Amy. She had equipped her own strap-on, bringing the purple phallic toy reinforcements in the form of a dark brown cock. It wasn’t as big as Amy’s but it was just as thick and up close, I could see a fleshy texture and veins. It was indeed one of those top quality ones presumably using the same skinsuit technology that I was currently wearing to disguise an ejaculating dildo as a real cock.

I was right when I suspected that Carole’s toy would be the harder one to service. I had to suppress a gag reflex even before getting my lips around it. It even smelled and tasted authentic – a musk and hint of salty sweat respectively assaulted my senses as I opened my mouth to let it in. The hot, firm yet springy rod was an oppressive presence in my maw, yet Carole seemed to enjoy my performance, so I **** myself to focus on that. It must have had another side inserted into her womanhood that reacted to what I did to this end, because she would twitch or moan as I got more accustomed to and bolder in working her shaft.

“Hey, don’t forget me, too.” Amy asserted, pushing her purple toy in my face once more. I let go of Carole’s and swallowed down Amy’s. Despite the shaky start, we fell into a rhythm like before and even I was feeling aroused and comfortable by the end. My trance was shattered before long though.

“Ah… I’m… it’s cumming!”

“Me too!”

I felt the brown appendage in my mouth pulse just moments before hot, ropy ejaculate burst forth into my mouth, slamming down my throat before I could react. I choked on the bitter/salty slime and reeled back. To my side Amy’s dildo similarly began squirting thick dollops of imitation cum. Between the two of them, I was covered in seconds. I could keenly feel the hot milky spunk clinging and dripping from my skin.

As I was wiping the fake jizz from my eyes, I felt warm bodies settle in next to me. The girls cuddled each of my arms, unconcerned by the slime.

“Sorry, we got a little rough there,” Carole cooed in my ear. I felt her cup my heavy breasts, and I gasped as she gave them a pinch. Amy did the same on the other side almost in sync. “I’m a little excited I finally get to share this with you. I never thought it’d be possible. I was so afraid of sharing this fetish since a lot of people hear it and assume the worst. Thanks for giving it a chance. Now, lay down and relax. We’ll show you what it’s really like to feel like a woman.”

I did as I was told and Amy occupied my top half with some intense frenching while she played with my tits. Down below, I felt Carole spread my legs. I felt her breath upon my mound just moments before she began.

“Don’t worry, Sarah’s not a virgin, so you don’t have to worry about your first time hurting. Lucky you,” Amy whispered, taking a break from their making out.

I barely heard her as the first stroke of Carole’s tongue against my folds sent a shock of pleasure up my spine into the back of my head. I hadn’t even recovered from the first before she struck again. I struggled to maintain any self-awareness as I felt her suck and tease my pussy, alternating between slashing across my folds and clit with her tongue and shoving it into my depths. If this was what just a tongue felt like, I could hardly imagine how a full penis felt, much less the monster toys the girls sported. I knew that would be coming, yet I was helpless to prepare myself, brought to a blubbering, sweating mess just from Carole’s cunnilingus. When Carole rose, satisfied with the foreplay, I had already cum twice – at least, I assumed that was what I had felt. It was different from a man’s building pressure and powerful singular release. It wasn’t as intense in a single moment, but rather, wave after wave of ever escalating pleasure that, altogether synergized for a wild experience.

“Hang in there, Sarah, the best part hasn’t even begun yet,” Amy purred, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

I felt something nuzzle my folds once more. The mere touch made my breath catch. It was coming. Amy held my hands tightly as Carole put more pressure behind her hips. I could feel my quivering flower resist for just a moment, before giving way, parting to allow the ever insistent appendage entry into my depths. I groaned. The feeling of being entered, of the fleshy toy scraping against my walls accelerated the waves of pleasure.

“Halfway in…” Carole’s voice informed me. Only half way?

Color bloomed and my vision blurred and I felt my whole body curl. It was painful, like I was being split down the center. Yet it was also pleasurable, like… my whole pelvic area had become as hot and sensitive as a dick mid orgasm. That wasn’t quite right, but I wasn’t sure how else to describe it.

“Haaah, yeah… I shoved the rest all in at once. That’s what that was… hehe. Alright, I’m gonna start moving now, enjoy~” my girlfriend sighed, clearly enjoying herself as well.

It was like Carole’s oral before, but more intense, and accompanied by a new sense of fullness in my pelvis whenever she pushed her false dick in. I was helpless beneath her as she bore down on me, and I came so hard I feared my body would break, if not from the overwhelming stimulation, then from the huge toy driving into me.

I don’t know how long we went on, but I only recognized Carole’s orgasm by her lustful moans accompanied by a new hot sensation filling me below my stomach. I was delirious from the pleasure. My mind was a haze. I vaguely registered Carole and Amy switching places before the sensations assaulted me anew.

I don’t remember what happened after that – everything was a blur of feelings. Heat, pleasure, sticky moistness, sweat.

Eventually I passed out and the next morning I woke.

Something felt wrong. My head was fuzzy and my whole body was sore. As I sat up, I nearly fell over again because weight on my chest messed with my sense of balance.

Weight on my chest?

My eyes refocused and I realized that I had the biggest, fattest tits I’d ever seen mounted to my front.

“Whaa!” I yelped before I could stop myself. My bedfellows stirred as I cupped my bulbous mammaries and tried to process the organs and my high pitched, girly voice at the same time.

“Mhm? Sarah? What’s wrong?” Carole muttered, leaning into me and even casually resting her chin on one of my breasts like a pillow. “Nightmare?”

“I’m… what? I’m a girl?” My mind couldn’t process this first in the morning.

“What’s the matter?” Amy on my other side groped my other breast making me gasp again. “Of course you’re a girl. Would a guy have these beautiful melons?”

“I… no, but…” I studdered. “But I’m not a girl… My name is…"

“Sarah,” Amy filled in for me, but I shook my head. That wasn’t right.

“No, I’m… Ross. I’m a guy… but…”

“Alright, that’s enough teasing,” Carole reprimanded Amy. The blonde stuck out her tongue playfully but rolled back under the sheets where it was warm. Carole picked herself up and faced me properly. “You’re right. You are Ross. Do you remember what we did last night? First behind the convenience store, and again once you got back here to our place?”

Slowly the shock of waking up with boobs faded and the adrenaline made room for my memories to return.

“This is… a skinsuit?” I testingly pinched my cheek. It hurt, scarily, but I was able to find the superficial layer and it stretched far more easily than a cheek should.

“That’s right. We were… experimenting last night. We got a bit rough, probably more than we should have for your first time as a girl. But did you enjoy it at least?” Carole asked repentantly.

Thinking back I remember surprise, and a bit of shame, but also a lot of pleasure, intense sensations that lasted a lot longer than I was used to orgasms lasting. I nodded cautiously, but upon seeing Carole’s radiant relieved smile, I felt myself relax.

“Good… good. Do you think you’d be… open to trying more like this sometime?”

It was a little scary, but at the same time, it was hard to imagine never getting to experience that again now that I had had a taste for it. My pride as a man protested, but I suppressed it. Carole had shared this side of her with me. The least I could do is respect her courage. And it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy it in the end.

“Y… yeah. I’d want- I’d be up for that.”

Carole grinned. “You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear. Thank you, Ross! I love you!”

That smile.

That damn smile.

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Wearing a light red, sheer nightgown, Carole smiled at her boyfriend’s back until he disappeared from view, shielding her eyes from the morning sun. Once he was all cleaned up, stripped from Sarah’s husk, and headed back to his place, she retreated back within the shade of her apartment and closed and locked the door behind her. In the entryway, she glanced up at her security camera, studying the lens as it automatically focused on her.

“Did you enjoy the show? If you liked the warm and fuzzies, stop here. If you have a taste for darkness though, come with me. The password will be...” she paused to consider.

"1MoreLayer"

The camera feed flickered and froze and a link appeared in the center of the image:

https://subcutaneouslover.wordpress.com/vulnerability-revealed

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[An Outfox Stories original by Lheriss. See more of Lheriss's stories & continuations here]