With a rush of guilty pleasure, he selected the 'bimbo' model, skin suit. He wasn't sure it was real or not, and so he went a little wild with some of the details. Pushing it from his mind, Timothy closed down the computer and dismissed it entirely.
Alas, Tim was wrong. The company was real, and while he had forgotten all the little details he'd indulged in, the company had not. So he was a little surprised when a week later, a courier arrived at the door with a package for him.
'Real Doll Enterprises', with a groan, he recalled his session on the computer. Taking the box upstairs, he opened the package.
A small pamphlet fell onto his bed, beneath that a crude rubber skin was visible. Well, that's what he assumed it was. It just looked like a rumpled mess. Tossing the box and it's contents onto the bed, he flicked idly through the leaflet. It was written in terrible English, as if translated by a computer, five times, before being printed out. It wasn't worth the effort of reading, with only the various titles being clear. One for care and maintenance, another section marked Warnings, the last page Wearing & Removing.
The skin unfurled as Tim pulled it from the box. He was holding it from the shoulders. The skin came with a large opening running the length of the spine. It was also dressed, after a fashion. Obviously the clothes were designed to titillate. The body suit was clearly feminine, the nipples were much larger than his own.
"Shit." he cursed, aware that he must really have paid for this thing. It didn't look, or feel like real skin, and as he held it up, it only fell down to his knees. He'd never fit inside that skin. It was tailored for somebody at least a foot, or foot and a half shorter than he was.
He muttered under his breath, as he turned back to the pamphlet. The back page stared up at him, taunted him. In large print was the assurance that the skin was very resilient, and wouldn't rip or tear. Guaranteeing it would stretch and expand to fit any wearer.
Determined to return it, Tim decided that if the skin ripped when he put it on then he could return it in good conscience and get his money back.
Looking at it more closely, the skin felt a little intimidating. Soon he could be disguised as a bimbo. Judging from the colour of the skin, perhaps a latina. He was afraid he might enjoy the sensation, the guilty deception.
Not wanting to analyse his feelings too much, he quickly stripped naked, and sat on the edge of his bed. He smirked at the plain face of the skin, wondering if it would look cuter once it was mobile. Would he ...
He quashed his rambling thoughts and turned the skin around. Holding open the wide slit, he jammed his feet inside. The material grazed over his own toenails. But it didn't rip or tear. The skin felt eerily warm and welcoming to his flesh, but not sticky or greasy.
His toes found their proper place without any effort, and though the skin looked unconvincing. His male body shape not suiting the general shape. Tim wiggled his toes, and for the first time the skin went up in his estimation. Even now it looked more skin-like, and less rubbery just from being worn.
The mirror on the back of his door cast an unsettling reflection. His legs looked smooth and alluring, up until his waist where the untidy folds of the skin made it look like a paunch. Above that his familiar chest, neck and head.
Slipping his arms inside, was just as simple with them finding the right fingers straight away. The tightness of the skin suggested that he wasn't going to look like a busty bimbo, and running his enveloped hands over his hips, he almost missed feeling the swell of feminine curves.
Taking a deep breath, he slipped the cap/headpiece into place. Tilting and rolling his head and neck was enough to remove any obvious wrinkles. Running his fingers down his spine, he felt the nanites go to work, sealing up the opening. He started to pant anxiously as he felt trapped.
Looking back from his mirror wasn't a sexy latina. But she looked cute and Asian. He pouted at her, and she pouted and smouldered. She looked gorgeous, though a little tall for an Asian chick, he felt.
Then the nanites really went into a higher gear. Tim felt his stomach fizz, and his hands reached for it, as if expecting an Alien chestburster. Again the skin went up in his estimation, the sensitivity of his stomach and fingers felt incredibly real. Looking again to the mirror, he found the worried, uncertain look to drive his passion higher. He loved bimbos, women who needed a protector.
Peering more intently, he thought he'd spotted something. Before his eyes, he couldn't deny it. His shoulders shrank, they crept inwards by a couple of inches. More distracting was the intensifying sensation coming from his chest. It felt like those rudely, huge nipples were real, and really sensitive too.
Just to settle his imagination, he rubbed his thumbs over them. Instantly a shudder of fire raced up and down his spine. He squirmed in his seat, and his thighs scissored against one another instinctively. Terrified by his reaction, he just clamped down, not teasing or moving his incredible, his scary nips.
That was when he realised they were growing, slowly but relentlessly the girls were pushing back against the palms of his hands. With a snort, and a hiccup, he let go. It was all too odd. Cautiously, he widened his seating. The skin almost made it look like he had ... He didn't want to think of that. But his bulge was shrinking before his eyes. The tattered cut-offs that covered his hips were looking more and more appropriate. Or rather his body was looking more and more appropriate for the clothes.
He started to hyper-ventilate, as panic filled his veins. His hands explored, hoping to contradict his eyes, but it wasn't helping. His crotch felt more alive, more compact, more...
A squeak escaped his lips, and he drew a fingernail across his crotch. He felt the lips there, and again a bolt of lightning shot up to his brain. Tim couldn't deny it any longer, he was a she. Tim was now Tina.
The haze of arousal, left as Tina found a new weight pulling at her shoulders. She really wasn't used to seeing tits from this angle, and she wasn't used to cradling them. But the girls looked like a prime crop.
They were already EACH the size of her head. Their weight pushed her backwards, to rest on the bed. They continued, to grow, each inch mocking Tina as she became more and more visibly a bimbo. There was no male alive that would look at her, and think of her brain. She knew even other women, would dismiss her as a slut and a bimbo.
'Wait. what!' she thought, 'other women', when did she start thinking of herself as a woman. Dismissing herself as a bimbo and a slut.
She had to fight this, and quickly.
Her tits, and these were far beyond breasts. These were TITS!, and those prime, juicy nipples, they were bigger than her nose!!
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She fought the mounting terror, and made to get up.
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The girls ached for her touch, for anyone's touch. But she got to her feet.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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