Amin and the HARLOT-DOLL Skinsuit (1) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

AMIN AND THE HARLOT-DOLL SKIN-SUIT

Part 1

While looking for some sealant glue, Amin froze when he saw what Maria had hidden in a box he assumed was for glues and resins, next to her workbench where she made and repaired cosplay costumes. He pulled out a box containing a HarlotDoll skinsuit.

“It can’t be…” Amin said to himself as he looked to see what else was inside the box, discovering a bottle of lubricant, wigs, earrings, and makeup. And the more things he discovered inside the box, the more he felt his anger rising. “NO! Maria… How could you…?”

He turned the box over, leaving the opening facing down, and let its contents spill out. Out of the box came a sort of controller with a small screen, and the skinsuit from the box, which was barely 18 cm long.

He set the controller on the table and, to make sure the skinsuit hadn’t been used, he held the empty skin up to his nose. But from the opening in the back, the smell of sweat and lubricant wafting out from inside was more than evident.

In a fit of rage, Amin wanted to burn that blasphemy. But just before he held the fake skin over the flame of a lighter, Amin changed his mind. He looked at the skinsuit, examining it closely. Like a tester, he began to stretch each limb, gently at first, and then as far as that elastic, magically crafted skin would allow.

And as he did so, he began to doubt the impulse driving him to do this. Maybe he should just wait for Maria to come home and ask her for an explanation, or perhaps call her now and try to sound confused and curious, rather than disappointed and furious.

But there was something about that skinsuit that compelled him to do something that went against his faith and morals.

Without waiting for Maria to return and with no intention of calling her, Amin undressed. Then he grabbed the bottle of lubricant and carefully began to spread a modest amount over his body. He soon discovered why people were so quickly drawn to sinning... It felt SO GOOD.

What’s more, his member hadn’t been this big and hard in a long time.

“Don’t think about it,” he told himself, fighting against what he felt and not wanting to admit that he liked using that lubricant. “Just become her… so that Maria faces her own shame.”

Amin, clumsy because his fingers were covered in lubricant, had trouble grabbing the opening at the wrist. But everything became easier once he managed to slip his first leg in and stretch the skinsuit with his foot as he pushed it inside the suit.

And as he did so, Amin’s mind began to calm down. Before he had his other leg fully inside the suit and stood up to pull the suit up to cover himself to the waist, his face was contorted with the pleasure he felt by wearing that blasphemy. But what he was enjoying most, was feeling the skinsuit where it had already covered him.

“I think...” he told himself, lying to himself, as he used a little more of the lubricant, “... from here on out I’m going to need more of this.”

In part, it was true, since the waist of the skinsuit felt very tight. Designed that way to gradually mold the person wearing it, before the suit was complete and let the magic begin to adjust the wearer’s silhouette to match the appearance of the HarlotDoll.

Even so, Amin used up the entire bottle, smearing it all over his torso and face, pouring lubricant directly into the skinsuit, hoping that this way it would feel even better once he had it fully on.

After managing to cover himself almost up to his chest, he slipped a hand inside and felt for the sleeve. The sublime pleasure of feeling his arm struggle against the elasticity of the skinsuit’s sleeve made his eyes roll back into their sockets, and a thin trickle of drool escaped from his mouth.

It took him to a dimension of pleasure he had never felt before. The pleasure was so intense that he didn’t even realize that, the suit had already assimilated and reshaped his body from the waist down.

As he had dressed, he had lost some height. His legs were much thinner. His feet were now smaller, at most, a size 37 (FR), with a perfect pedicure. His butt was wider, and his waist looked clearly narrower.

But where it was most noticeable was between his legs. His penis had ceased to exist, completely replaced by pink, swollen labia. Where his manhood should have been, he now had a pussy in all its glory... juicy, deep, and eager to be used.

It was beginning to connect with his nerve endings. Although Amin still didn’t understand that sensation, as it had been unknown to him until that moment. But once he had the suit fully on, it would go a step further, it would be fully functional. And that pussy’s insatiable appetite would dominate him for as long as he wore the skinsuit.

to be continued...