"What...is this?" Jennifer asks, staring perplexed down at the box in her lap.
Her husband Clark looks away, with a look of slight embarrassment on his face.
"It's something new they had at the store. You know how you were saying you'd be willing to try to spice things up in bed? Well...the woman working showed me this" he says.
Jennifer's brow furrows as she inspects the item. Lyfelike Stars: Becky Reid!, the box states in big, sparkling letters.
Through the clear plastic window, she could see the box's unique contents. The empty, crumpled face of a young woman stares up at her with gaping eye holes. It appears to be remarkably detailed, with punched eyebrows, tiny pores and individual freckles. Tresses of wavy, auburn hair fill the rest of the box's interior.
"This face...it's that porn star, right?" Jennifer guesses.
Clark nods. "Uh-huh, it's a mask. Super realistic, like, no one could tell it was a disguise. The woman at the store assured me. It's made of some new, cutting-edge material."
"Wow" Jennifer murmurs, opening the box and extracting the soft, fleshy bundle. She sets the box aside and drops the mask down in her lap. Her fingers stroke the prosthetic face, and run through its attached, wavy mane. "It really does feel lifelike. I guess the reason for the name, duh" she comments, with a chuckle.
"I know, I touched a display model at the store. A lot of adult actresses are selling their likenesses to make products like these. I guess there's a big market for it."
She pokes and prods the mask's cute button nose and sultry lips.
"So, what do you think?" Clark asks eagerly.
She gives him a knowing, teasing smile. "I assume you've spent some time watching videos of Becky here?" She jests, propping up the floppy mask in her hands.
Clark blushes slightly. "Well...yeah...I mean, a few."
Jennifer laughs and places a hand on his thigh. "I'm just messing with you, honey. I actually think this could be fun."
His eyes widen and he bursts excitedly "Awesome! Here, let me show you the rest."
She watches as he extracts a small plastic case from the box. He opens it, and her eyes widen when we sees its contents. A pair of blue coloured contact lenses, a set of pearly white fake teeth, and a light tan strip that looks like a bandage.
"What's that?" Jennifer asks, pointing to the strip.
"It's a voice changer" Clark replies instantly. "Like the one I wore last Halloween when I dressed up as the Terminator."
His wife frowns. "How much did this thing cost?"
He just shrugs. "It wasn't that much..."
Jennifer laughs as Clark peels away the backing on the voice strip. She brushes her hair out of the way and leans her head back, and he presses the strip gently against her larynx. He opens an app on his phone and, looking at the screen, says "It's actually been calibrating this whole time. It should be ready in a few minutes."
"Okay, then. Time to try Becky on, I suppose" his wife says, prodding the empty face in her lap.
Clark smiles. "I'll help. Here, take off your shirt."
Jennifer sets the mask down on the bed and lifts her t-shirt up over her head. She sees Clark retrieve a tan nylon cap from the box, so she bunches her straight blonde hair up in preparation. He slides the cap down over her head, flattening out her hair underneath.
Then, he extracts what looks like a tube of lipstick. He sees the curious look on her face and says "It's a mild adhesive. You're supposed to rub it onto your face before you put on the mask."
Jennifer rolls her eyes. "How elaborate is this disguise?"
Clark just chuckles as he spreads the clear adhesive evenly over her forehead, nose, cheeks and around her mouth. When he's done, Jennifer picks up the mask and spreads the neck opening wide.
"Here we go, I guess..." she says, a bit hesitantly.
She nudges some of the mask's hair out of the way and lifts it up, ducking her head inside the neck opening. She pulls it down slowly over her face, and Clark watches as Becky's sensual features stretch and distort. When the chin snaps into place, he helps by tugging the cheeks and eye sockets around gently to get them properly positioned. The mask's pouty lips overlap with his wife's, slipping into her mouth. Little my little, the prosthetic face settles into place.
Clark had been so focused on adjusting the mask's features that he hadn't fully noticed the transformation taking place in front of him. He realizes he's no longer prodding his wife's face. The face in front of him now looks remarkably like Becky Reid's.
Jennifer opens her eyes and sees the look of astonishment on her husband's face. She smiles with her new, fuller lips and asks excitedly "How does it look? Does it look real enough?"
"Uh...y...yeah, it looks pretty darn real" Clark stammers in reply. He glances as the paper that fell out of the box and continues "The instructions say to press down evenly all around your face. It will help the inside of the mask mould to you and settle into the proper shape. I guess that's a one-time process. While you do that, I'll apply the concealer."
He squeezes a skin-coloured liquid onto her skin and uses a foam sponge to spread it over the mask's seam.
Jennifer presses on her new face, and after a few moments, says uncertainly "Um, it feels a little warm..."
"It says that's normal, too" Clark replies. Reading from the pamphlet, he adds "'Wearer may experience a warm sensation during the initial contouring process. This is normal and should not last longer than two minutes.'"
She nods, and continues applying gentle pressure while Clark smears the concealer.
He'd been a long-time fan of Miss Reid, but he'd also chosen her because her skin tone was, conveniently, nearly indistinguishable from his wife's. He finally reaches the middle of her back, hiding the seam completely.
"All right" he announces, his excitement growing. "We should be all set. Did the warm feeling stop?"
"Uh huh" she replies, turning towards him.
"Great" he says, inspecting the seam. "Let me have a look at- " his words are cut off as he glances up at her face.
A perfect replica of Becky Reid gazes back at him with a curious expression on her face.
"Holy...shit..." Clark whispers.
"Did the moulding work? I want to see!" Jennifer squeals, moving to the bathroom.
"A-all right, then" he says, totally transfixed. Go have a look!"
She smiles and rushes into the bathroom. A moment later, Clark hears her gasp in shock. "Oh...my...God..." he hears her whisper.
He looks in and sees her prodding her new face. She looks at him and, with Becky's sensual expression exclaims "I look exactly like the picture of her on the box! This is crazy!"
Clark nods with wide eyes, taken aback by his wife's voice coming from the young sexpot's mouth. He can start to feel his arousal building already.
"I know" he replies. "It's uncanny."
Jennifer marches back into the room and grabs the plastic case. While she inserts the contact lenses and false teeth by herself, Clark picks up his phone and sees that the calibration is complete. Smirking, he presses the icon that says ENABLE.
He sees his wife jump and place her hand over her encased throat.
"What was..." she begins, then stops. She covers her mouth with her hand and her eyes widen in surprise.
"Ohmygod!" She blurts out in a new, lighter tone. "It really changed my voice! Do I sound like her?"
Clark can feel his pants getting tighter. The woman standing in front of him is no longer his wife. She looks and sounds exactly like Becky Reid.
"Yes you do, Becky" he replies with a smile. It's a little incongruous, seeing the young porn star's face atop his wife's slender body, but Clark couldn't care less.
His wife gives him a sensual smile with Becky's face, and he can feel his heart hammering in his chest.
"The...uh...costume also came with some clothes. I guess...she...wore them in one of her films" he says, pointing to a pink shopping bag on the dresser.
Becky giggles in her girlish voice and grabs it, then brings it into the bathroom and shuts the door without a word.
Clark nervously waits for his wife to finish getting ready. He clears the box and packing materials from the bed and tosses them into the closet. Minutes later, the door opens.
His jaw drops when Becky Reid steps out into the room wearing a lacy, black babydoll and stockings. His wife must have brushed the mask's hair, because it is perfectly styled in bouncy, wavy locks. She gives him a sultry, seductive look.
"Hey there, stud" she purrs. She walks over to him, hips swaying, and places a hand on his chest. She leans in, and he can smell an unfamiliar scent as he gazes into her deep blue eyes. Did the package include perfume?
She looks down and notices the large bulge in the front of his pants, and her eyes widen. "Mmm...is someone happy to see me?" She asks, with a little smile.
Without waiting for his reply, her hand drops to his groin and squeezes gently. She bites her lower lip sensually and he feels his knees weaken. She places her other hand on the back of his head and pulls it down, kissing him passionately. In moments, his pants are being pulled to the floor.
A LITTLE WHILE LATER
Clark and his wife lie underneath the sheets, panting and exhausted, wrapped in each others arms. Jennifer is still wearing the mask, and Clark gazes into the gorgeous eyes of the beautiful star in amazement.
He reaches out and strokes the mask's soft brown hair. "That was...incredible" he whispers.
"Mmhmm" Becky purrs, biting her lower lip. "You sure know how to treat a girl. Don't worry, I won't tell your wife."
His wife had never talked this way before, and Clark feels a familiar tingle in his groin.
She rolls onto her back and looks at the ceiling, fingers touching her prosthetic face. She had been surprised about how much she'd enjoyed wearing Becky. At one point, when she was riding him, she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror through the open door. The sight of her as the young sexpot screwing her husband had driven her absolutely wild.
Clark glances under the sheets and sees his wife's familiar nude form, but the seam of the mask is still completely hidden.
"So, is it warm under that thing?" He asks playfully.
She looks at him curiously. "What thing?" She replies sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes.
He smiles. "Come on, you know. Is it?"
She grins back. "No, not at all. I think the mask must actually let my skin breathe. It's very comfortable."
He strokes her face, marvelling at the realism once again. She lowers her hand beneath the covers and squeezes him gently.
She turns and whispers into his ear "Ready for round two? Becky is one insatiable girl..."
A WEEK LATER
Clark arrives home from work and sets his bag on the floor next to the front door.
"Hey babe, I'm home" he calls out.
He doesn't get a reply, but he hears music coming from the kitchen. He follows the sound and turns the corner, then stops dead in his tracks. His eyes widen.
Becky is standing along the high countertop, scrolling on her phone with some kind of pink-coloured cocktail in the glass in front of her. Clark knows it must be his wife wearing the mask, but the girl in front of him also has the porn star's firm, heart-shaped ass and swollen, C-cup chest. She's wearing a pair of tight, grey leggings and a white crop-top tank.
"Oh, hi!" She greets him cheerfully. "I was wondering when you'd be home!"
"What the...Becky? Jennifer?" He stammers.
The girl looks puzzled. "Your wife? She's super cute, but I don't see how you could mix us up" she replies with a giggle.
Still stunned, Clark watches her walk over to him. Her breasts are straining against the thin fabric of her top, and she must have neglected to put on a bra, because he can clearly make out the distinct outlines of her nipples.
She rises up on her toes and gives him a tender kiss on the lips. "I do think she left a message for you, though" she bubbles. She hands him a tablet, then walks back to the counter and picks up her phone again.
Confused, Clark sees that a video is open on the screen. He presses play.
Jennifer's face appears on the screen, smiling as she adjusts the camera. She's in their bedroom, and Clark assumes the video was taken sometime earlier that day. She walks over to the bed and turns over a large box. She starts pulling something out, and his eyes widen when he realizes what it is.
In her hands, Jennifer holds what appears to be the empty, floppy husk of a woman. The "legs" of the suit end just above the knees and, somewhat disturbingly, the "arms" extend all the way into a pair of deflated hands. Even in its hollow state, he can see the built-in padding that would give the wearer Becky's voluptuous curves. He watches his wife strip nude before pulling down a zipper on the back of the suit.
Little by little, she tugs it on, settling it over her own body until she's completely inside. She squeezes and stretches the fake skin until it is perfectly in place. Then, she pulls up the zipper, and is now wearing the young porn star's supple, naked body.
She covers the seams with concealer as she would with the mask. Then, she picks up another item from the bed that had been hidden behind the box. Clark recognizes the mask immediately. She walks over to the camera and holds out Becky's hollow face in front of her. She smiles and winks, then ends the video.
Clark sets the device down and gazes hungrily at the sexpot standing in front of him. She's smiling, but appears fairly engrossed in whatever is on her phone as she sips from her glass. He walks over behind her and places his hands on her hips, squeezing gently.
"Just you and me tonight, sweetheart?" He asks.
"Mmhmm" she purrs sweetly. "I've got you alllll to myself."
Subtly, she presses her rounded ass back into his groin. Clark runs a hand up her back, through her fluffy brown hair. He grabs a handful, pulls her head back, and they kiss passionately with Becky letting out soft little moans.
He reaches around her stomach, groping her full chest, which causes her to squeal. He slips his fingers into the neckline of her top and pulls it down roughly, freeing her large, perky breasts. Squeezing one of them, he momentarily forgets it's just an artificial replica, because it feels just like the real thing.
He breaks off the kiss and Becky whimpers as he presses her chest down onto the marble countertop. In one fluid motion, he slips a hand into the waistline of her leggings and tugs them down to her knees, exposing her pale, round ass, barely covered by a lacy pink thong. She gasps, and Clark can hear her panting heavily.
She turns her head and gives him a lustful gaze through the disheveled hair partially covering her face.
In a voice dripping with desire, Becky moans her classic line "Fuck me, daddy..."