Beauty in Black

Part 1

Monica studied the strange black material, wondering how it had gotten into her bedroom. 'Mark must have left it for me,' she thought. Coming closer, it became apparent that the slick looking material was lingerie of some kind. 'It’s a little kinky but I bet I would look sexy as hell in this.' She sent him a quick text, thanking him for the 'gift' and asking if he would be home soon. Finished, she picked up the suit to take a closer look. 'Wait, what’s this?' She noticed an oddity in the crotch. Two long protrusions were jutting up from the inside. 'Wow, that's a little much but...ahh what the hell.' Retrieving a bottle of lube they kept close by for special occasions, she added a bit to each of the attached dildos and proceeded to strip off her clothes in preparation. The material felt wet but left no residue behind when she once again picked it up and stepped in before pulling it up her body. As she reached the crotch, each of the phallic shapes was carefully positioned at her entrances and slowly pressed in. They slid in easily, a combination of the material’s slickness and her own excitement making the extra lubrication almost unnecessary. She pulled her new lingerie the rest of the way up her body, the suit wrapping itself around her breasts before finally inserting her arms into long, built-in sleeves, fully settling in to the skimpy thing.

It was tight, almost too tight but she knew it had to look incredible on her. Monica did wonder briefly why she had been so eager to try it on but that thought was lost when her hands began to wander over herself. She couldn’t help it, every small movement causing the twin intruders in her lower body to shift, further exciting her. It was strange, she thought. It seemed like they were bigger than they had been, but it felt even better so she didn’t care. Just as she really got going, she heard the sound of a key in the door, and knew her boyfriend was home. 

Mark walked in the door and called 'hello' to his girlfriend. Hearing no response, he checked the bedroom and stopped short at the site in front of him. She was standing there, silhouetted by the light of their patio door, dressed in an incredibly erotic black rubber or latex... swimsuit? Lingerie? He didn't know, but it showed off some parts of her body while hugging the others in an incredibly enticing display. To his surprise, she quickly shifted from her own stunned shock to, at first slowly, then with increasing franticness, rubbing between her legs. Her look grew unfocused and wanton, mouth hanging open with a small bit of drool escaping. Her other hand joined in the fun, fondling a tightly bound breast. She moaned and the hardness forming in his pants became more insistent. He walked towards her, joining her efforts by taking her other breast in his hand and gently squeezing. Then Mark felt a wrenching in his mind, and the world went dark.

Part 2

Monica watched Mark walk in, the shock of getting caught momentarily freezing her actions, but it didn't last. She wanted to call out to him and, as if sensing her intentions, the suit began to exert control, moving independently to knead her breasts while pinching her nipples. It began thrusting the now far larger dildos in and out relentlessly. Alarmed by what was happening, Monica was nevertheless overwhelmed by the sensation. She reached one hand down and another up, helpless as she stimulated herself alongside the alien thing she had been compelled to put on. Still, she had some awareness left and fought against the suit's influence as best she could. Sensing this, something more instinctual than intelligent in the lingerie realized it may eventually lose before bonding properly to it's new host. At that point, Mark's hand made contact and the suit reached out, finding a possible solution. Using a fail-safe it's kind had been granted by The Mothers, it swapped Monica's stronger, independent mind for Mark's more submissive personality. 

Mark stumbled mentally, confused when his perspective shifted from holding his girlfriend's breast to something instead squeezing his chest along with a feeling of constriction around his body, the tight presence wrapping and filling him in a place no man should or could be filled. He looked down and saw slick, shiny black material stretched over two large, jiggling masses, hanging heavily from his chest. There was a man's hand holding on to one of the sensitive weights, still fondling distractingly. Opening his mouth to demand to know what was happening, he was surprised by the loud, high pitched moan that tore it's way free instead, confirming the undeniable. Mark was no longer in his own body. Somehow, he was Monica, and the 'lingerie' he...she wore was moving on it's own. He...She felt it like hands touching her all over and there was something, no, two somethings pulsing and thrusting into her crotch. She was hot and growing hotter when the situation managed to get even stranger. The tight black material gripping her all over liquefied and flowed, revealing even more of her new cleavage. Mark found the site surprisingly appealing. Monica had an incredible body, and seeing it from this point of view combined with the ceaseless thrusting from below finally pushed her over the edge. Mark reached down with one hand, clutching at the smooth, flat expanse between her legs. She could feel the swelling of her labia through unexpectedly thin material, and there, a little lower than the area her dick had occupied, was a bundle of nerves she instinctively focused her attention on. Mark rubbed along with the alien sensation of penetration between her legs. She cried out, opening her eyes and meeting those of her... boyfriend?...girlfriend? She didn't know who or what was in her old male body, but 'his' eyes looked surprised, a little dark, and increasingly...hungry.