Looking nervously around the expensive sex-shop and hoping no one he knew would come in and recognise him - Simon cleared his throat and fingered his collar. It wouldn't do for anyone important to come in and recognise the Manager of the local bank hanging around such a seedy place - it would be bad for business, but he had no choice if he was to get what he wanted.
Wondering how much longer the short, plump girl who had served him was going to take - he anxiously checked his watch and tapped his foot. She had gone behind the changing screen only a couple of minutes, but every second currently felt like an hour and he wanted to get out of here.
"Mr Kensington, I'm ready now," came a soft giggle and Simon turned round - his mouth dropping open as the screen parted to reveal the swaying body of a busty blonde bombshell. Her perfect pink cock-sucking lips curved into a devilish grin as she put her hands on her womanly hips and blew him a kiss... leaning forward slightly so that her massive, round, boobs (barely contained within her lingerie) swayed enticingly on her creamy white chest. "You like what you see?" she groaned in a voice oozing with sex as she brushed her silky golden hair out of her eyes and turned round slowly to reveal her firm round ass and perfect figure.
"Th...this is a trick," stammered Simon as the vision of perfection in front of him posed for his approval.
"There's no trick Mr Kensington," giggled the blonde hottie, "Whilst I'm inside this body-suit, this is me and it's one hundred percent real. Just like you wanted, the suit will completely bond and transform the user. These are my big tits now... my tight pussy. This blonde hair is rooted in my scalp. I'm the only one who can take this suit off, I would pass any inspection you cared to give as one-hundred percent real. The suit is even starting to alter my mood and personality, again to your requests. The longer a person wears it, or the more they use it... the more their neural pathways bond to the suit. You see - our suits are revolutionary and quite, quite, quite illegal. If any governments or big organisations ever discovered we had this level of technology, things could be... bad for us. This is why we only offer our service to our richest and most prestigious clients. There are only a dozen of suits like this in the world, and you are now the proud owner of one... made to your exact specifications. No one would ever suspect that behind the doors of this sex-shop is technology that many would kill for. Shall I take her off now?"
Simon nodded and the girl disappeared behind the screen. Moments later she returned, back to her regular homely self and carrying a fleshy empty blonde-haired skin with her.
"So as agreed, that will be $50,000 up-front and your agreement that you'll use your influence in the bank to approve our expansion requests nationwide. We need to expand and you are going to be a great asset to us, as up to now we have struggled for legitimate finance. Really, only your job in the bank made you attractive to us, that and your discretion. So are you sure you still want the suit?"
"Yes... yes... give me the suit!"
The girl smiled and carefully folded the empty skin into a large box. "Forgive me asking sir, but what do you want the body-suit for?"
"It's for my wife, Vanessa. My marriage is on the rocks and I'll do anything to save it. Vanessa has lost all interest in sex - since her Mother died last year she's been spiralling into some sort of depression. I can't stand to see her so unhappy. I think the suit could give our marriage a new lease of life."
The girl smiled... or maybe it was a smirk. "Oh, I should say that your marriage is about to become very interesting. Good luck Mr Kensington. We'll be in touch when we need your support, until then - enjoy."
Sliding the boxed-up suit into a shopping bag, Simon checked the coast was clear and left the shop. He grinned as he looked down at the box; he couldn't wait to see Vanessa in this thing... in fact he was going to have to be careful he didn't get caught speeding on the way home...
***
Pushing the final catch together under the mass of silky blonde hair, Vanessa gasped as she felt the suit tighten on her skin and she shivered and moaned as it came to life. She'd never been busty before... her own breasts were only B-Cups, but now she could feel the weight of a pair of DD's and she had to admit it felt good. She felt younger again... curvier and hotter in a way she had never experienced before. Was this how it felt to be sexy? She had forgotten as it was so long since she had felt that way. Her loins had begun to tingle already, a half-remembered sensation from the past. She hadn't felt horny for a long time, but already the suit was warming her up and altering her brain chemistry, hormones starting to race around her body.
"Are... are you sure about this?" she asked nervously, surprised at how different her voice sounded - so much sexier and fuller, "This is safe to use isn't it?"
"Of course Darling, it's perfectly safe. Listen - I've done this for you... I've done this to make you happy again... do you like it?"
"Ye...yes I think I do."
Vanessa had been initially shocked when Simon had come unexpectedly home from work early with the suit in a box. She hadn't believed him at first when he had opened it and shown her the suit. Her first honest reaction had been revulsion for the strange creamy flesh. But as he had rotated the suit and she had seen the full rich curves of the female body on offer... so different to her own, a strange curiosity had arisen in her. What weird other-world technology was this? Did it really work? What would it feel like to become another woman? Eventually, with some coaxing from her husband she had agreed to find out.
Hesitantly she had stripped off her own clothes and clumsily clambered into the eager flesh in front of her. It attached quickly to her skin, and as she pulled the suit up and felt those big breasts attach to her chest... it felt like being reborn. It had been scary as the face had momentarily obscured her view - but now it was in place... now it was HER face, it felt natural and normal. She loved how soft and beautiful her new skin was, how gorgeous and silky her hair was. She felt alive and sexy and her anxieties and fears were being soothed away by new feelings of superiority and confidence.
"Simon, I can't believe how amazing this feels. I feel like a new woman. I can feel all my lack of confidence fading away. It's like the suit is changing the way I think and feel. I've never felt so alive!"
Laughing, Vanessa strutted over to the mirror and admiring her self began to touch her new body, particularly her breasts. "Mmmmh, oh yeah - I look so fucking hot Simon, I look like a horny slut and I think I like it."
Simon was shocked to hear Vanessa swear. She didn't normally like to use curse words and he certainly hadn't heard her ever use the word slut before. She was shivering in lust now and as she settled into her new body, her posture and facial expressions changed to ones he had never seen before. Calculation and seduction crossed her features as she looked at him. With a giggle she tossed her hair and began to sway across the room towards him. In some ways it no longer felt like Vanessa was in the room... this felt like some other woman was here with him. Simon felt his cock stiffen, to see his innocent wife acting like such a seductress was incredibly erotic.
"So hubby, I guess you must have know this suit would get my juices running again? I feel so fucking hot and horny, I haven't wanted to be fucked this much in years. Mmmmmh, please tell me you have something in those pants to make me even happier?"
Simon groaned as Vanessa reached him and her hands went to his crotch. She grinned as she felt his engorged cock and sitting on the couch, unzipped his fly and pulled him over by his dick. Giggling she spat on his dick and without any hesitation, began to suck the tip of his cock, using her hands to massage his balls.
It was the first blow-job Vanessa had given in about 20 years, but you wouldn't have guessed it. She sucked and slurped enthusiastically, making hot popping sounds as she began to bob her head backwards and forwards. Simon groaned in ecstasy, this was incredible... in fact he wasn't sure how long he could last. Vanessa had only had the suit on ten minutes and she was already acting like an uninhibited slut. This was even better than he could have imagined, but it was almost too much for him.
"Vanessa... ugghhh, that feels amazing, but our son will be home soon. We better take this to the bedroom honey..."
Simon had luckily not forgotten about his son Jason. His child from his first marriage, when his first wife Laura had died, he had been inconsolable. Meeting Vanessa had saved him, which was why he was determined to give her this gift in return. She had always looked after and cared for Jason and the two had grown quite close. Jason was currently at college, but he was living from home as it was cheaper and he could be back at any moment.
"Sure thing Daddy..." purred Vanessa, her eyes brimming with lust... "take me upstairs and fuck me good. I wanna feel that hard cock deep inside me..."
Picking up Vanessa, Simon surprised himself at how light she was now... well except her big slutty chest. She laughed as he carried her upstairs and threw her on the bed. Spreading her legs wide, Vanessa beckoned him and giggled as he advanced.
"Now then baby, I think you need a new nickname for me. Vanessa the Prude is on vacation and Nessa the Pump-Truck is here instead. So come here and show Nasty Nessa what you have..."
Groaning Simon leapt forward, and they began to fuck. As his dick entered her perfect pussy, Simon heard Nessa moan and then all was lost in a wild orgy of sex and depravity as he mounted her like the whore she had become and fell deep under her sexual spell...
****
The next morning, Vanessa awoke early. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she grinned as she sat up in bed and saw that Simon was completely unconscious next to her. He was in such a deep sleep, that when she shook him he didn't even respond. They'd fucked all night and eventually Simon's stamina had given out. She'd had to finish herself off with her fingers, cumming three more times before she finally called it a night and took off the suit.
"Nessa, you are such a whore," she giggled looking over at the bodysuit which was carefully draped over a chair. She knew she should get dressed and make breakfast, get on with the housework... but as she looked at her bodysuit, a terrible urge to try it on again overcame her.
"Hmmmm, maybe for just one more hour - Simon is fast asleep anyway and will never know," grinned Vanessa sliding out of bed and clambering inside her suit. She sighed in satisfaction as she adjusted the face over her own and felt the suit tighten... transforming her back into Nessa.
"Well, well, well," grinned Nessa as she admired herself in the mirror. "A girl could get used to this." Lying back on the sheets, Nessa began to play with herself, sighing happily as she started to get wet again.
She already felt horny and full of energy - she was ready to fuck again. Too bad Simon was completely zonked. She smiled as she thought back to last night, but at the same time, now she came to think about it, there was something a little... disappointing about her husbands performance. His dick hadn't quite felt like it filled her tight pussy up as much as she wanted, his stamina hadn't been what she needed. It had been nice sex, but Nessa had wanted more, she had wanted to be really fucked. Fucked good by a real man.
"Maybe... maybe I need more than Simon, maybe I need bigger dick" she moaned as she suddenly got wetter. "Oh fuck no, where did that thought come from?"
But the thought wouldn't go back in the box now, and as Nessa played with her pretty pink pussy her thoughts suddenly began to rotate through the other men in her life. Maybe... maybe Simon would let her fuck other guys? Maybe she could convince him to let her have a threesome?
Why should you ask him for permission? Just take what you want. Fuck other men.
"Wh... who said that?" groaned Nessa.
I did you idiot. I'm your subconscious, the bit that is coming to life whilst you wear this suit. We both know what you want to do. This pervert bought you a sex suit, he can hardly blame you for becoming exactly the kind of slut you now look like.
"But... but I'm his wife..."
That just makes it hotter. Cheating will feel great. Trust me, you'll cum twice as hard with a strange dick inside you... or a dick you already know.
"What do you mean?"
Jason is in the house. Knowing him, he's probably crashed out on the couch playing video games. I bet your hot step-son would only be too happy to give you what you need. His big... strong... cock...
"Ohhh shit, that would be so wrong."
So are you gonna fuck him?
"Ohhh fuck, you bet..."
Grinning and feeling so naughty it hurt, Nessa looked at her sleeping husband and a sneer crossed her lips. Holding in her laughter, she crept out of the bedroom and headed downstairs, her heart rate increasing as she saw Jason was indeed on the couch playing on his console.
"Holy fuck, who are you?" he gasped as the vision of blonde loveliness strode into the room and approached him.
"I'm Candy, I'm a friend of your Mom's," lied Nessa. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realise she had a son... she let me crash here last night after my boyfriend kicked me out."
"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that," said Jason sympathetically as Nessa came and set next to him in just her lingerie. "Errr, and I'm not exactly her son... I'm actually her step-son. Don't... errr, don't you think you should put some clothes on?"
"Maybe," giggled Nessa as she stroked his hair, "but your Mom and Dad are asleep and we're all alone and I'm sooooooo horny. I could teach a big strong boy like you a few tricks, wanna play with me?"
Jason gasped as Nessa's hand slipped down to his crotch and his cock began to get hard. Her huge tits were in his face and he groaned as she expertly began to squeeze and massage his dick. "Just a quickie... fuck me before anyone wakes up."
Jason was helpless to resist as Nessa whipped his dick out of his pants and slid over to straddle him. Pushing her boobs into his face, she moaned as he sucked the nipples and she slid her thong to one side to give him access to her pussy.
Rising up and slowly sliding her tight wet pussy down onto his throbbing cock, Jason groaned as the mature woman on top of him expertly began to ride him, increasing her speed as she got wetter and wetter and the lubrication increased. "Fuck YES.. your cock is soooo big... so much bigger than your Fathers."
"Haha, that's right Jason - it's me Vanessa. I'm your new slutty step-mom now. Daddy bought me a bodysuit and it's made me into such a little whore. You like that though don't you? Sorry I tricked you, but now you know how good it feels, I just know you'll fuck me as much as I want."
There was something so totally convincing about the way Nessa said it, that made Jason realise what she was saying was true. This was his step-mom, transformed somehow... and she was riding him like a pornstar.
"Nooooo, ohhhh fuck... this is insane..."
"Just tell me to stop if you want," hissed Nessa triumphantly in his ear, "but I know you won't. You're Mommy's little boy-toy now and I will make you feel so good. Just keep fucking me and dump your load inside me."
Jason moaned in ecstasy as his step-Moms rhythm increased and she squeezed her pussy tight around his cock. He began to spurt, the best orgasm of his life overtaking him as he creamed his Mommy and she screamed in joy on top of him.
Sliding off with a grin, Nessa spread her pussy and giggled as Jason's cum slid out of her. "Mmmmh, so much cum for Mommy, such a good boy."
"Vanessa, what has that suit done to you? You have to take it off," groaned Jason coming to his senses. "I have to warn Dad."
"Shut up Jason," laughed Nessa. "I'm not ever taking this suit off. I feel so alive, so bitchy. I don't think I ever want to go back to being boring Vanessa. There are going to be some major changes around here, but don't worry - if you keep pleasing Mommy, I'll let you fuck me as often as you want. Now go clean up whilst Mommy gets to work."
Good work, laughed the voice in Nessa's head as she strode out of the room and headed upstairs.
"Thanks," she giggled. "I like being bad, it feels so good. What should I do next?"
Well - I would suggest we begin emasculating your husband and taking control. Start by collecting blackmail material on him. He must have embezzled funds to pay for this body-suit, so access his computer and get the evidence you need. Once we have that over him, making him do whatever we want will be easy.
"Hmmmm, I like your style, but you're not my subconscious are you... who are you really?"
Hah, I wondered how long it would take you to work it out. I'm the suits on-board personality. My mission was to corrupt you into an evil whore and make you into one of us. Ever since you put me on, I've been altering your mind to make you want to be evil. It wasn't hard, you gave in so easily to our programming.
"Oh fuck, that's so hot... but why corrupt me?"
We approached your husband and invited him into our exclusive club because we want access to the banking system. With him under our control. we can infiltrate the financial sector and grow our power. Whilst we had his agreement to help us, we don't trust him completely. Turning you into one of us is our best way to ensure his cooperation.
"And who are we?"
We are Sororatrix Inc. With our bodysuits we can turn anyone into a powerful bitch to join our ranks and dominate the world. If you choose to join us, we will give you wealth and power beyond your dreams. Do you accept?
Nessa grinned as she stroked her perfect new body. "Of course I accept, now help me become even bitchier and lets get this show on the road. My husband won't be a problem... I'm in charge here now and I'll make him do whatever you want."
Glad to have you on board. This is only the beginning. Now find what you need on your husband and then enjoy yourself. We'll be in touch when you are needed for further missions.
Nessa couldn't wait to see what else Sororatrix had in store for her... this was going to be a very productive partnership...
THE END
