This choice: Wear Claire and visit your home • Go Back...Chapter #6Close to your Heart, Close to your Home by: Nostrum   Jessica’s behavior is worrying you. Just because she caught you two at the worst moment, your girlfriend didn’t think twice into turning Claire into a skin. It’s almost like this pen has taken her inhibitions away, and she’s now obsessed into turning into others. And what’s worse, she wants you to do the same.
You’re worried about Claire. Jessica hasn’t tested if she can turn anyone back from a skin, and doesn’t seem to care. You fear her obsession will turn that pen against you, and you may not return from this. You’d better be in your best behavior – maybe if you appease her, she’ll return to her senses and you can check if they can be recovered. You’ll have to bite the bullet and agree.
“Alright. Let’s check.”
“Excellent!” She claps, rushing to hold your shoulders. “Think about it. You, me, two ladies about to reach middle age, going for a few drinks.”
“Drinks?” You stare at your girlfriend, worried. “But you don’t drink.”
“And neither do you, but there’s a first time for everything. Why not do so as our own mothers?”
“Maybe we could skip the drinks and just... I dunno. Go for a ride.”
She cocks her head, then nods. “Alright. I was just imagining how we'd look as two drunk babes.” She wraps her arms around your waist, giving you a hungry look. “By the way, babe – that was out of this world.”
“You felt everything?”
“Are you crazy!?” She bites her lip, moaning. “I mean, I obviously moved so you’d hit Mom’s spot, but I felt everything. Every touch, every kiss... I mean, I felt your warm semen--”
“Too much info, babe!”
“I can’t wait until you fill mine,” she purrs. “But that’s why I said everything – I didn’t feel like I was wearing Mom. In fact, I don’t feel like I’m wearing anything.” She looks at Claire’s deflated skin and wags her eyebrows. “You’ll get it when you put her on.”
“I guess I’ll see why you’re so addicted to this.” You bend to grab Claire, but you feel Jessica pulling you back. “Babe?”
“Tell me we’re doing this again.”
You turn, shaken. “You mean... having sex while you’re wearing your mom?”
“Definitely. And I’d love to see how it feels while wearing Katie as well. But hey – I also want to do it as myself.” She hisses, clenching her thighs. “In fact... How about we do it again? And this time...” She rubs her finger on your cheek, grinning. “...let’s kick it up a notch.”
“How?”
She grabs your arm, taking you to her mother’s bedroom. You’ve seen it in occasions: a large, tidy bed, an old and weathered vanity, thick curtains and a full purple rug all over the floor. In contrast to her daughter’s rooms – full of plush toys and decorations and, in Jessica’s case, posters – it's very simple-looking.
She leads you to her mother’s vanity, standing before its mirror. She rearranges her mother’s make-up as she looks at her new appearance in the mirror. Then, she bends, turning her head towards you. “Let’s do it here.”
“In your mom’s room?”
“Technically, it’s my room now. But I meant here – standing, as you pound me from behind.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see Mom’s face while you do it. I want to twist this face with the pleasure you’ll give me. I want you to fuck Mom passionately, at the same place she and Dad slept so many times.” She looks at the reflection in the mirror. “And I wanna see and feel it all.”
You’re a little disturbed with Jessica’s request. You never imagined she’d be this depraved – or creative – but she must have known something when she became your girlfriend, as the thought has given you a raging wood.
She spreads her labia and giggles. “What are you waiting for, David? Take me again. I long for your touch. I long for your manhood. I want you.”
You don’t have to think it twice. You grab her by her loins and you press it deep inside her. You can see how her face distorts with pleasure, and the grin in her face when she sees her mother’s dirty look.
She plants her hands on the vanity, holding it tight. “Ride me, young man.”
--
It’s been an hour already, and Jessica shows no signs of wanting to stop. You pounded her hard on the mirror, causing one of Mrs. Hunt’s lipsticks to fall behind the vanity. The image of looking at yourself in the mirror screwing up with Jessica’s mother will forever be etched in your mind – as well as how she fell to her knees and sucked what was left of your semen dry.
But she went one step further. She took off her mother’s face, asking you to pound her again, only to replace it mid-sex. Hearing Jessica’s moans and words replaced mid-coitus by her mother’s incited you to slam her harder. And after unloading for the third time, staining the rug, she dashed to her own room and looked for her phone, mounting you for some suggestive pictures.
And a couple of videos, as well. “Jess?” she said in her first while sucking your lips. “I was about to apologize for sleeping with your boyfriend, but... I think I’m going to steal him.” Then, she starts leaping and bumping on the second, teasing herself further. “David’s so virile and full of stamina, I think I found a new stepfather for you and your sister!”
As she finishes, she releases you and sets her phone aside. “Alright. I think that’ll be enough for now.”
“Why did you do that?”
“To keep a souvenir,” she says as she rubs her borrowed face. “I wanna see it and feel offended by Mom saying that, while secretly savoring that it was me. You’ll get it when you put one of these on.”
That reminds you of what you agreed with her. Claire awaits you, like the clothes you left on Jessica’s bed; she’s still in the floor, her mouth gaping and her eyes open slots. You grab her glasses before grabbing her skin, only to feel her jeans falling atop your feet – a reminder that, in order to wear her, you’ll have to see your little sister naked for the first time.
The very thought disgusts you, but you don’t want to anger Jessica, drunk with the power of the pens. As you unlatch Claire’s bra and set it aside, your brain ponders what would make Jessica so eager to embrace this. Is it as addictive as she claims? Did she harbor secret desires to become someone else? (And why would she? She’s beautiful the way she is!)
Stretching your leg inside her isn’t giving you the best first impression. You feel like you’ll tear her, her slender legs squeezing your feet – but when yours meet hers, they compress painlessly. Soon, you notice how your knee meets her, which you know should be impossible – you're taller than Claire, and just a minute ago that was more than obvious. But now?
You stand up and you almost stumble. You sit and stretch your legs, and you realize one is shorter than the other. As you slip the other leg, and then slide into her thighs, you confirm it – your lower body is shorter. The transformation continues as you wrap your groin in hers, and your pecker disappears – as if swallowed. You don’t touch, but you’re quite sure it has merged somehow.
Then, you slide your wider belly into her slim torso, and even though it’s squeezed inward, you don’t feel loss of air. You pull upward, and more and more you feel everything below your chest – the feel of the bedsheets, the sensation of the skin when the legs rub each other. You seem to have an idea of why Jessica’s so addicted to it – it's like wearing nothing.
But it’s only when you swallow up to Claire’s neck that you realize this must be impossible. The arms feel like you wore nothing, but you still feel the tear in her back, at least halfway through. All that’s left is her head – that mane of light auburn hair, tearing in half to reveal the light pouring through her eye slits and her mouth and her nostrils. You take a deep breath, close your eyes and pull her face towards you.
It feels off at first, but as you adjust it, it sets and sticks to you. The tear on your back glues together on its own, and with some final adjustments, you no longer feel encased in. You feel smaller, slimmer, your hips wider and your extremities delicate. You even feel breathing differently, and as you open your eyes...
You realize, even though you already knew, why Claire needs glasses. She’s nearsighted since a child – everything beyond your hands becomes a blur. You pat around for her glasses, and as you grab and replace them, you see what Claire sees – a world magnified by spectacles, but blur outside of them.
You stand and, despite not wanting to, catch a glimpse of Claire in the mirror. You clear your hair aside, noticing her choice of jeans hides growing hips, and two small mounts in her chest. She’s no longer the annoying little pest bragging about her scores – she's a young woman, still maturing, but certainly getting there. (And despite not wanting to, you realize the carpet matches the drapes.)
You immediately dress up, wearing her panties first. Putting on her bra is difficult, but you latch them from the front then twist it frontright, adjusting her breasts. You wear the rest of her clothes – the pastel pink blouse and the jeans – and take another look at yourself.
Your image isn’t in the mirror. It’s Claire, looking at you with wonder.
“Finished?” you hear and you shiver. Jessica is looking at you, passing aside you. “Good. There's one more thing I want to test out.”
“What?” you ask – Claire’s voice escaping from your mouth – as she grabs the brown pen you saw before.
“I want to see what this one does.” She points the pen at you and clicks, and you feel a jolt overcoming you.
Is she going to turn me into a skin? You wonder, as the world goes immediately black. You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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