Wear Stacy

Wendell looked up and down Stacy's skin. He gripped it just by the head and then slipped her dress off, discarding it on the ground next to her fallen off shoes and socks. Her bra came off with it, and her underwear slid down just to the knee. He reached down and snagged the underwear, still damp. They were thin, white cotton panties that sat low on the waist. Stacy had probably chosen them to contrast her dark-brown dress; she was well known for showing off her looks. Wendell dropped them on top of her crumpled dress and then held out Stacy's skin, face towards him, by both shoulders. Wendell took note of Stacy from head to toe.

Blond locks hung off her deflated head, drooping over her right shoulder. Her eye makeup seemed intact. Further down, her breasts hung, empty and distorted, but curiously, her nipples were still erect. Below, past her navel, was her pubic hair. Brown, darker than her head hair, and somewhat sparse. She kept it shaved in a neat, wedge shape that ran right down to her lips, and without any internal pressure, there was cum making its way out of those lips and clinging to the exterior.

Isn't this a bit...gay? I haven't really considered too much who to use the ray on...but I definitely never thought about a woman.

Wendell looked around the darkening thicket, still just a ring of bushes and a tree trunk, total privacy. Wendell looked from Stacy, down at Hank's chest over his own. Hank's deflated face still hung down over his t-shirt. Wendell had totally forgotten that. He had also fogotten that his fly was open and his cock was out; he now took note of it's state though: completely and fully, rock hard. It was hard from thinking about wearing Stacy. Whatever homophobic ideation may have troubled him was simply swept aside by the obvious indicator of sexual desire. He dropped Stacy onto the ground.

Wendell pushed off Hank's jeans and dragged his t-shirt up and over his head. He was hurrying and every little fold and wrinkle seemed to get caught on something. He finally freed himself from all the cloth and then took to peeling Hank's shoulders away from himself. It was tight and tedious, and the desire to wear Stacy was strong. He tugged and wiggled his arms free from both of Hank's and that allowed Hank's torso to fall free. Thinking the rest would be easy, Wendell set about pulling Hank's waist off, but as he pulled Hank's groin away from his own his actual erection made that somewhat cumbersome. His dick caught on the suit and bent down and with a flick slapped back into place once free.

He was finally slipping off Hank's legs when he fell over, his ass colliding with the dirt and sparse grass. By kicking aside Hank and brushing himself off, he deemed himself clean enough. He plucked her up turned her back to him, and looked at the opening in her back. He was now his normal stature and as such, barely taller than Stacy. He'd left his glasses back in the dorm, Hank didn't need them. He could only see a blurry, pink mass, rimmed with flesh tones topped with blonde hair in front of him, but he could feel the texture of her skin in his hands. He hesitated once more.

This is so wrong...

Again, he looked down and saw his cock, his real one this time. A shiny bead of precum had welled up just at the tip. With that, he dived head first into Stacy. He pulled her eyes in place over his own, crammed each arm in and lined up each finger. Threw both legs in and, most importantly, lined up her crotch with his own. After a brief moment of feeling like he was stuffed in a giant latex glove with his erection stretching her skin away from him, everthing tightened.

The eyelids snapped over his own, his vision clearing and coming into focus. The back seam sealed up and he could feel the teeny-tiny hairs on the back of Stacy's neck move. His waist sucked in, and his hips moved out. With a sudden force, each cheek of Stacy's rear popped into place. With an audible whisss sound, that actually scared Wendell for a moment, each breast inflated and snapped to firmness, leaving each nipple standing where it should. Finally, with a bending, pulling sensation, Wendell felt his erection get dragged down, under, then finally up inside him. This caused him to actually shudder and brace himself against the tree trunk. He now had Stacy's vagina. In the near darkess, looking down he could see blonde hair hanging past his shoulders, two small perky breasts, the top of Stacy's pubic hair, and her tiny glossed tonails.

With that, Wendell reached up and grabbed each breast in hand. They were soft, like tits are supposed to be, but now he could feel them and feel them. Massaging them harder he noted how much more sensitive her nipples were than his own. He focused in on them and a slight soft moan actually left his mouth, but it was so high in pitch he was caught off guard.

Wow...

Wendell let out a sing-song la la la la la in Stacy's voice and chuckled. He didn't want to be too loud for fear of some late park goers, but this was the most exciting and fun thing he'd ever done. Now, he licked his lips, and leaned back, pushing his hips out. Looking down at Stacy's pussy, the smile left his face. Pure, exciting, basic lust fell over him. He could actually feel his new pussy begin to moisten and flex, but then he noted the cum still lingering on her lips and paused. He scooped the cum away with his left index finger as best he could, feeling his new hair, and a soft,wet lip at the same time. He simply wiped the cum on the tree trunk.

Does that count as mine or Hank's? Hmm...

He reached his right hand down and started truly exploring. He was wet very wet actually and pressing a finger in between Stacy's lips he could feel two things: the still sticky cum inside her and the opening of vagina. As he pushed up inside her vagina, he let out another moan, this time lower and shaky. He bit his lower lip and actually felt the need to press his middle finger in too. He pushed as deep as he could. A strange and new sensation, but generally good. He started wiggling his fingers all around and rubbing the walls of his new pussy. Slick, hot, and wet, it was fun, but not totally satisfying.

Hmm...how do I do this?

As he pulled his fingers out, he dragged them up in an attempt to wipe some of the fluid off, and he brushed Stacy's clit.

"Goddamn!"

Without even realizing it, his knees had bent, and he'd braced himself against the tree with his left hand. He started rubbing a finger along her clit again, this time more prepared. His toes dug into the earth and his knees somehow weakened and tightened.

Ok...

He began to run his finger up and down in long strokes, and he closed his eyes. A tension began to build inside him until he felt himself curl and fold, his knees hitting the dirt. He started fingering himself faster now and his wet hand slapping back and forth was audible now. His breaths were coming out short and hard, and soon he wasn't just breathing, but short ahs, ooh, and omms, were coming out his mouth. Becoming aware of this, but not wanting to stop, he stuffed his left hand into his mouth to stifle the cries of pleasure.

The bitter taste of cum, hit him with less force than he would've thought. The tacky leftovers on his finger didn't taste good, but strangely, he didn't dislike it. Still working his right hand, Wendell used Stacy's tongue and lips, to clean every last morsel of material off her fingers, and then it hit. A high scream slammed right into the fingers stuffed in his mouth. He arched over, and a quake shook his entire body. He was tight, tense, and shaking, and it felt fantastic. His pussy pulsed and with a few, last slowing strokes of his clit, he descended from his climax, and began to stop shaking.

With a few descending oohs and mmms, he drew his fingers out of his mouth slowly. A trail of saliva stretched from his mouth to fingers. He then felt a distinct moistness on his chin and chest. He'd been drooling apparently. He wiped his chin and sat for a moment trying to regain composure.

That...was...amazing...

He sat up a bit more in the darkness, and reached out for the gun. It was tossed aside Stacy's clothes. He snatched it up and gave it a firm kiss on the side.

Thank you! But, what to do now?

Before him, were the outlines of Stacy's skimpy indian costume and the crumpled Hank.