TG Caption ~ Skinsuit Machine(Bonus)

Needless to say, the effects of the transformation left a distinct impact on her mind, making the woman forget about her past life in a matter of seconds. The skinsuit has found the perfect vessel. Oh, the things she could do now that she had such a decent increase in her stamina… 

Her fingers twitched in excitement - they were practically begging to be used to tickle someone’s fancy folds or move along their thick, pulsing cock. But at this exact moment, she heard familiar noises just a few steps away… Someone was walking in her direction, to the same vending machines she was surrounded with. Her mind was telling her to hide, yet her brain, or, rather, aroused nerves, were begging her to stay, at least for the masculine voices figures that were entering the location.

“KHAAHAHAA…” one of the men threw his beer bottle away, shattering it against the nearby wall. “TAKE THAT, YOU FUCKERS!” 

There were two.. no, three, four, five… seven men in total - all of them were so drunk that they were barely able to put a few words together, their tongues literally weaving before they were getting any opportunity to speak. 

The rough sound of shattering glass made Leona jump slightly, a small scream catching in her throat before she quickly silenced herself. Yes, these men were enjoying their drunk exposure a bit too much with their laughter and crude remarks bouncing off the concrete walls with a lingering echo. Normally, Leon would awkwardly walk away in situations like these, but today it wasn’t him who was standing right before the men he preferred to avoid. No, Leona’s body trembled like a small bell, but not out of fear or anxiety, it was the need - the need to test what her new capabilities were for. And her bodysuit knew that too, starting to pulse right above the physical manifestation of her feminine libido, pressing the horny button so many times that the girl was already swimming in arousing images in her own mind.

“Nnnnmmmmhhhhh~” she moaned, licking her lips from the single thought of someone’s hands over her latex curves. 

Leona's body trembled, but for reasons that were far from fear. The skinsuit seemed to pulse and tingle at the sound of the masculine voices, the material rubbing and caressing her oversensitive skin as if trying to urge her on. Her nipples stiffened into hard little peaks, straining against the thin fabric that now clung to her large, pillowy breasts. The skinsuit made every synapse in her body scream with the desire to pounce on them, to use her new allure to lead them into a secluded corner and have her way with all seven of them. Oh, how lucky she felt when one of them walked closer and analyzed her jiggly form with his drunken eyes. The sceptical curve of his lips made the woman even more exhausted, as if she was taking it as some sort of challenge to show off what she was actually made of. 

“Hey, babeee…” he stretched out, his body limping slightly. “Could you step away, eh? You’re blockin’ the vendor..”

..Huh? Oh no! Was her look not all that attractive? So much so that even her delicate curves weren’t a competition for some cheap machine for alcohol of all things? She was pretty sure that other gang members were already eyeing her, possibly imagining all the ways they could make her scream their names, yet in reality, all they cared about was to drink even more? 

“Ohh, yeppie, cutie~,” Leona turned on her flirtatious mode, stepping to the side to reveal the clothing machine right behind her. 

“Drip? Oh, fuck, and where did the beer thing go…” the man leaned forward, scanning the futuristic wardrobe that turned Leona into what she was now.

Now that the man pointed out… The clothing machine was definitely new, but the amount of vending machines did not increase at all. That could mean only one thing - the alcohol machine was replaced by it.

“Ohhh, how unfortunate, young gentlemen…~” Leona tapped her cheek with her finger. 

“Ugh, what in the bloody fuck?” 

One of the men was so irritated that Leona could see veins protruding through his forehead as he walked closer to the machine and kicked it so hard that you could get an idea that he was holding this frustration for literal years. Ironically enough, the sudden powerful kick only prompted the machine to start working again, shaking with loud buzzing noises. 

"Whoa there, big boy," Leona purred, sauntering closer to the still sputtering drunkard. "No need to get so... pent up," she let her voice drop an octave on the last word, giving it a salacious implication.

Skinsuit was working its way perfectly by making every step of the woman as sensual and as provocative as one can even imagine, turning her hips into wide, hypnotizing humps. The material clung to her like a second skin, the tight fabric highlighting the breathtaking curves of her new ass. In reality, you would have a harder time not looking at her, at the way she was pushing herself forward like a confident woman she was.  Leona sidled up next to the man, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off her body. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, the smoke of frustration. It was disgusting, but somewhat hot in the way that tickled Leona in every right and erogenous zone of her body. Her hand drifted down to rest on his forearm, fingers tracing circles on his skin.

"No need to destroy something so... valuable," she breathed, emphasizing the last word. 

“Huh, what the…?” the man looked at her in confusion. 

Her other hand reached out, boldly cupping the bulge now straining against his jeans. She gave it a teasing squeeze, feeling it twitch and pulse in her palm. At the same moment the machine stopped shaking and another package flew straight into Leona’s free hand. Extending the gift to the man she found herself randomly attracted to, the woman smirked, pinching his tight chest slightly. 

“I bet you could look… breathtaking in this,” lick. 

The man slowly put the suit on his body as she noticed how his muscles started expanding underneath the thin latex-like fabric, turning into jiggly masses that could press her against the wall so hard that she would faint. Around them, the other drunk men started to take notice, their rowdy chatter fading as they zeroed in on the tantalizing sight before them. They could see the way Leona's voluptuous body was pressed against one of their own, could smell the heady mix of arousal and alcohol permeating the air. 

"Well, well, well... looks like someone's having a good time," one of them slurred, staggering closer. 

Leona just smirked, not taking her heated gaze off the man she'd chosen as her target. She knew the skinsuit was turning her into a bitch in heat and she was more than ready to let these drunken frat boys unleash their lust upon her willing body. Being a prey surrounded by a gang of hungry wolves with glowing eyes and drooling mouths had never felt quite as good. And she was proud that she was finally able to snap them out of their trance when one of them slid his hand just beneath her breast, cupping it. 

There goes her zipper, sliding all over her body and slowly revealing her cleavage until her breasts simply couldn’t take it anymore and didn’t push outwards with small bounce and peeking wink of her wide nipples. One of them clearly saw this as an opportunity as his lips got immediately wrapped all over the sensitive bud, making Leona almost scream - even if she didn’t mind how good it felt. 

Pat. Someone placed a hand on her head and grabbed her wrist, preventing her from pulling away, yet that was turning her on even more. As the woman licked her lips, her eyes travelled back. 

“Heeehee, look how helpless I am, whoopsies~,” a shaky giggle escaped her lips.

Her small giggles were turning into full-on moans once she found herself positioned right on someone’s lap, their masculine stick still not fitting quite well between her wet hot dog buns - at least not yet.

"Hnnngh..." the man grinded his hips up against her soft ass. 

The contours of his rigid dick were pressed insistently against the fabric separating them, as a warm rush of adrenaline exploded through his body in response to her touch. Leona could feel the heat radiating off of her two partners melting into her skin and it sent shockwaves all over her needy body. Yes, this was worth it. Leona shuddered as the man gripped her wrist tighter, pinning her firmly in place while her freed breasts were getting squeezed and sucked - two tempting fruits of femininity. She panted heavily, her breath scorching his skin. She could feel herself getting wetter as rivers of desire streamed down her thigh from her dripping core. Leona grinded her hips more firmly against his, rubbing her ass all over him. Unable to resist, she lifted her massive booty and fell on the meaty spear with a hard smack, producing a loud slap.

"Ughh, you fuckin' bitch..." he grunted as he watched her bare ass jiggle plainly in front of him after each push of his dick inside her sensitive inner chambers. 

Pound. Bounce. Squish. Every single word you could put - she felt everything and couldn’t get enough when the cock was riding deep into her, massaging her walls and sending shockwaves all over her body. And she just kept on jumping, encouraging these masculine men to try to keep with this girl who turned out to be much more agile and forceful than some buff drunkards. They were licking her, trying hold her body in place, yet, at the end of the day, she was the one who was fucking them - not the other way around, even if she knew that her pussy is being mercilessly pounded by thick penises. One by one, one after another. 

Around them, the other drunk men watched with bated breath, their own erections straining against their jeans as they took in the erotic display. They could see the way Leona's tits jiggled and swayed with every movement, the tight fabric of her skinsuit stretched taut over her heaving chest. Even when her breasts were getting squeezed and smacked with their hands, the anchor still belonged to her - she was in control of the situation. She was quick to force three of the men to cum their brains out, splattering their hot essence all over her doll-like features. 

“Oh, boys.. So fast?..” the woman squeezed the cock that filled her pussy in a firm hug of her palm, milking in try until her hand was filled with white, slightly transparent lava. “Well, I’m done with the three of you~...”

Four remain, just like her growing need to make someone fuck her brains out. After all, this suit definitely increased her stamina quite a lot…