Wear her now!

I felt her give out a helpless moan into my mouth as her body lost its substance, her lips being the last to lose shape as she turned into just a warm mass of soft skin and hair draped over my fingertips. Internally, I could feel her too, as her essence flowed into me, a confused jumble of memories separating off from my own and joining Jessica’s, a third parallel beside the other two of the years we’d each lived.

For a moment, it felt too full in my head, a pressure inside making things difficult for me as I furrowed my brow, before I felt some kind of internal barrier growing and shaping, whatever deep part of me that was now all skinwalker expanding to comfortably fit three souls and sets of memories at once.

I let out a deep breath and opened my eyes, letting them wander all over my little stolen trophy; Grace’s skin ripe for me to slip inside and steal her precious little life. I indulged in a smile as I hugged her skin to mine, enjoying how alien a skinsuit still felt to me as I breathed her scent deeply. I wanted to get inside her so badly! And why shouldn’t I? This power was there to do with as I pleased, and as much as I loved the idea of having sex with Grace and taking her as my girlfriend, right now I loved the idea of being her even more.

I stood, and started pulling the tight latex dress off me, struggling a little at just how closely it stuck to my skin. Eventually, I had it off, enjoying the cool air on my flesh and really feeling it breathe. I wanted to get inside Grace now! Now that my inner skinwalker seemed to have grown to accommodate three sets of memories, I figured that meant I could wear another skin over Jessica’s too.

How would I get in this time? I’d entered Jessica through the mouth, so I could probably try getting into Grace through the back. I lifted her skin and dug my fingertips into her neck, finding purchase as I pulled, seeing the flesh part, strands and goopey sinews parting too as I opened her up. Experimentally, I pushed the opening in her neck closed again, seeing those same sinews start to come together greedily again, re-attaching and reforming the perfect smooth skin that had been there before, with no trace of so recently being torn asunder.

Another idea had come to me though, something dirty and perverted I wanted to try. I lay Grace’s skin down on the bed and felt my hands slide to her asscheeks, parting them and exposing her tight asshole. Grace was always a clean and demure girl, so there shouldn’t be any residue around or inside… and even if there was, the thought of Grace’s shit getting dragged along Jessica’s skin had a poetic justice and a perverted pleasure that gave me a chill of excitement.

I thrust my hand inside her like a puppeteer would a puppet, feeling the tightness of her asshole give way to the warm, slimy inside of the skin. I ran my hand around her insides, enjoying the slimy residue that built up, before taking it out and sampling some. Any residues seemed musty, but the main slime of her insides combined with that musk to have a pleasant taste, like peaches. It reminded me a little of the taste of Grace’s pussy juices, but not nearly as strong or enjoyable.

It was time to enter her properly. I thought I should go head first, so grabbed the edges of her asshole and pulled them wide, pushing my head inside, and feeling my long red hair drag around those edges. Inside it felt warm and dark, and almost humid entering this way, with total darkness greeting me, except for a small speck of light from Grace’s open mouth way up by her head.

I smirked and I **** that asshole around my shoulders and slipped into her more, satisfied by the knowledge that soon I’d be the one wearing those lips. I was in to my waist now, and I was sure If anyone was watching the sight of a hollow, four legged girl would be strange indeed.

I **** my hands deep into hers and felt the compression as my head moved through her tight neck, a moment of tension before my head popped inside hers. With my top half fully inside hers now, that familiar pressure and tightness happened like when I’d worn Jessica, but no-where near as severe. I suppose since I was already wearing a Jessica, Grace’s skin had to do less work to shape this body into hers.

After the pressure passed and the white cleared from my eyes, I opened them, seeing the cosy exterior of Grace’s room again. I breathed in deeply, smelling the sex from the air, and the attractive scent of Grace’s body, emanating from me now.

“Am I really her now?”

I said aloud, a wicked grin taking to Grace’s stolen lips I was now wearing. I looked down at that impressive rack hanging from my chest, Grace’s generous breasts weighing down. I laughed delightedly as I took them in her small, dainty hands, squeezing them indulgently and letting out a low, glorious moan at how soft and full they were.

“Oh my Goddd… how does she not just play with these all day?”

Now that I was wearing her, I felt Grace’s personality much more prominently, with Jessica’s relegated to a far backseat. I was blushing as I let Grace’s personality come on me even more, enjoying the secretly ecstatic embarrassment she felt, knowing a man loved her breasts. Her memories swam up to me, the embarrassment and awkwardness she’d felt when her body developed faster than her classmates as a teenager, and the jealous bullying she’d faced from her classmates, themselves insecure they’d never be even half as attractive as Grace.

All of that just lead to a shy girl becoming a full wallflower, sweet and loving and kind but unable to show it for fear of judgement. Feeling her emotions, how pure and real they all were, but still viewing them from my own perspective, made me love and appreciate her more.

“Oh Grace… you’re kind of perfect”

I loved hearing her voice when I talked. I lay back in the bed, reaching down to her ass hole and opening it again, enjoying the gentle pain as the skinsuit of Grace stretched to let my legs inside her. For a moment, I looked like an inhuman monster, a Grace with deflated legs and horrible shapes moving around her distended belly and lower body, before I found the entryway to the skin of her legs and thrust down.

In a moment, I felt the tingling pressure as her lower body contorted, the skin running tight as it shaped her body onto mine. Grace had thicker thighs and a bigger ass than the lean and toned Jessica, so it was ecstatic feeling them fill out and become more plush. Strangest of all came from my vagina; Unlike the intense pressure as my dick reverted and Jessica’s reproductive systems took the place of my insides, this time it felt more like Grace’s vagina was racing up inside Jessica’s coating it, reshaping it, stealing it for her own.

I gasped as I felt that internal rush, feeling myself by penetrated as I coated me, and the strange warping as little details changed. My pussy was getting so wet from how turned on the sensations were making me!

I let my moans fly free from Grace’s mouth, as her pussy finally took the place of Jessica’s, giving me a completely new toy to enjoy playing with. I lay there breathing deeply, dopamine flying round my brain as I basked in the double afterglow; sex as Jessica and sex as Grace both mingling from the huge rush of putting on a skin that skinwalkers felt.

When I felt I could walk, I stood, and ventured over to Grace’s mirror, gasping at the sight. I pulled her chair out and sat on it, shivering from the sensation of her bare flesh and pussy lips touching the smooth wood. I was so gorgeous now! I looked close at her face too, and put my hands on her breasts, holding them up in the mirror and getting a little thrill from how sexy they were. On top of everything, I was a different race now too. I looked close at the little details on my new face, feeling a subtle enjoyment from getting to experience something so different from anything an ordinary person ever could.

I put on Grace’s ordinary, reserved expression, before flashing out a goofy smile, totally unlike her normal self. My heart melted a little, it looked so good on her. Having fun really, really suited her. I tried making some silly faces too, enjoying how different they looked on her from normal before switching it up and adopting a sexy look, flashing the “fuck me” eyes at the mirror.

“Oh wow…”

I said gently. Grace could be extremely sexy when she wanted to. With expressions and charisma like this, she could be a high fashion model, or a model in catalogues… with her body too, she could be a huge porn star, or make hundreds of thousands on onlyfans. Maybe with someone new wearing this skin, Grace’s life could turn around in a huge way?

But there was a huge thrill in just wearing her role as well, play acting as the shy wallflower girl, being cute and reserved and innocent, while under the skin you were really a guy wearing two of your female flatmates, joyriding in their bodies for maximum pleasure.