You take in your reflection, your reactions somewhat different to the original. You find the bust and butt entirely alien and unfamiliar. As you look around for the spray to restore the zipper and end this... You wanted to be Mr. Incredible with the powerful chest, not his wife!!
But you stop yourself, jerking your hand back from the packaging. Perhaps you were the one who made the mistake, and ticked the wrong box and won't be entitled to a refund. That gives you pause, that and the alluring way you feel your bust move, rippling in response to your jerky motion. Hell, even now you feel the extra weight of the junk in your trunk.
She did consider a very 'Mom' body, but you twist and turn, to your eyes, it's more MILF than mom.
Looking closer as you spot something odd. You find the waist of the skin doesn't look very realistic. Plucking at it, you find it responds elastically, snapping out from your fingers and returning to restore the taut surface. A skin, that by it's very nature reveals every curve of this clearly female body.
As you step closer still, you cradle the bust in your gloved hands. The sensation oddly erotic as the body responds more than you expect. You feel the nipples... your nipples stiffen against the super-suit. Nips that are far wider, riper and ruder than your own. Snatching your hands away, the female arousal unsettlingly powerful. You think your hips are narrower. Well, not narrower, but narrower than they were. Narrower than when you first activated this skin.
There's a tickling sensation at the base of your brain, as you admire your reflection. All your prejudices, judgments and desires directed at your mirror image. Surging forward, you see your bust expand massively, desperately you cradle the girls closer, trying to crush them back to their original dimensions. But it's a fruitless effort, as each plump full titty, (and these are truly titties), each one is as large as your head.
You see your waist too, has accommodated your random thoughts, and while your rear is less full, it is even perter, and with your narrower waist it feels fuller. Most humiliating is the way the fabric clings to, revealing and enhancing the rudest, fullest nipples you've ever seen in your life.
Hoping to dismiss this, you try and brush the super-suit flat, to smooth away those luscious nipples. Instead, you just confirm how real they are as your palms brush over them. A warbling, need gasp is ripped from your lips, and your knees tremble uncontrollably as you almost cum from that brief contact. Clutching the frame of the mirror for support, you cling there while you fight to get your breathing under control. So that you don't sound, like a rasping, panting slut in need of the attention only a man can give. Even as you think this, your cheeks burn crimson. You can't be a slut... But your body is telling you something else. You're terrified that if you brush your nips once more, you might never recover, becoming a purely sexual creature beyond rational thought.
But at least, it'd be fun. A wicked thought sniggers from your subconscious.
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