It was almost their 5th anniversary. Pneuma had been dating Soma since mid-to-late high school, and she wanted to get him something big to celebrate their upcoming milestone. After all, not many couples stayed together for five years, especially not couples from high school. For previous years, they had just gone out to a favorite restaurant, exchanged a little present, and had an overall pleasant night with each other; but this year, she wanted to try something new, maybe even something a little daring.
She had looked all over the internet for what to get her beloved. Her family was rather well-off due to her parents’ high up positions at large corporations. They wouldn’t tell her which ones, and they were often off in other parts of the world on business trips. Of course, now that she was nearing the end of college, this didn’t matter, but back in high school, being alone often helped her to learn to care for herself. But, there was more benefit to this than just being on her own often. Pneuma was also, in essence, given a blank check to spend on whatever she would want, so cost wasn’t a factor in what to buy her boyfriend. Yet, no matter where she looked, she couldn’t find a suitable gift.
“A yacht ride? Boring. Who even likes those huge boats anyways? A fancy wine tasting? Ehh, they all taste the same, plus, I don’t think it’s even wine season. A personalizable harem? Eww, no thanks. I don’t want him being intimate with other girls anyway.”
On the tenth page of google, she found something.
“Huh? What’s this? Skinsuits? What, like cycling skinsuits?”
She clicked on it anyway, after all, it was the first thing that she didn’t know what it was.
“WHAT THE HELL?! These are, like, person suits? The fuck? There’s no way this can be at all legit, right?”
While her immediate reaction was to click away from the site, there were a few things gnawing at her from inside. First, was this real? Could there really be someone out there who could make realistic, wearable suits of other people? After all, if it was real, how had nobody been abusing these? And second, could this be the gift she was looking for? She investigated further.
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After a little scouring of their website, she had her answers, or at least, what she hoped were answers. Dermcorp, as they called themselves, supplied realistic suits, tailor-made by the customer, that would turn the wearer into a perfect copy of whatever form they had chosen, no matter how outlandish. They also promised that nobody would be able to tell that they were wearing a suit, if that’s how they so wanted it. There was a section of their page entitled “Demonstrations”, she clicked it, wanting to see if their CG was at least good.
It came up with a list of demonstration videos, each only a few minutes long. She clicked the one that caught her eye - “Man to Fairy Demonstration - Extreme Size Change”. She rationed that surely this couldn’t be real, but at least it would be an interesting watch. The video showed a tall middle aged man, probably around his late forties, with short, greying, black hair and a mostly skinny build, but he was still a little pudgy around his belly area. In his hand was a weird, floppy, tan and green mess. Much to Pneuma’s surprise, the man held the mess by its arms, now making it apparent to the viewer that it was one of their skinsuits. It was a small, thin faerie-like figure, with relatively long, neon green hair and an overall deflated look to it. The most striking part of its appearance, though, was the height. Fully laid out, it was only a foot tall, if that.
“No way is he going to fit in that, that’d barely be a sock to him!”
Despite any viewer’s incredulity, the video carried on. He introduced himself as Oscar Kaufman, founder of Dermcorp. He then said their marketing spiel, which Pneuma had already found on their website. He then proceeded to put on the skin in his hands.
“In order to preserve the realistic appearance of the skin, it has no easy-access entrance, unless specified by the customer. Instead, the user must enter through one of the orifices of the skin.”
He stretched open the fairy-skin’s mouth unnaturally wide and shoved his foot inside, going far deeper than the outside would make it seem possible. Once the suit was up to his crotch, he had to sit down on a chair placed nearby just to remain upright. He stretched the skin out further, and stuck his other leg in. At this point he looked absurd, just his torso, arms, and head ballooning out drastically from the doll-like legs and hips below. He slipped it quickly up his torso, struggled to get his arms in the mouth, and stuffed his head in unceremoniously.
Pneuma’s jaw had dropped. Either these were real, or that man had some seriously good CGI skills.
Standing before the camera was a real fairy, about the size of a child’s doll, with real human proportions. She gave a cutesy, girlish giggle, and walked around so that the camera could see all angles of her. Even though she was clothed (barely, she was only wearing underwear that matched her hair color), she reässured the watcher, that these not only function without clothes, but allow for full intercourse with another being, being whatever they may. She stretched her mouth back wide open and the man’s face reäppeared, with some final words about removing the suit.
After Pneuma recovered from seeing the video, she went to purchase at least one. Although they were strange, if these skinsuits were real, they’d make a perfect way to spice things up with Soma. The site asked for pictures of the head of the person they wanted to make a suit of - more *personal* pictures were required for a more accurate suit - and for a whole ton of money. Thankfully, she had both in abundance.
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A week had passed since the day she ordered those skinsuits, and Pneuma was starting to get worried. What if the site was a total scam after all? A few more days passed, and she realized that if they didn’t come soon, she’d have to get Soma a different present, and that wouldn’t be fun.
The day before their anniversary, she checked the mail coming back from class, and to her surprise found them in there, small packages with her name on them from Dermcorp. She tried stuffing them in her bag, and ran up the stairs to her apartment, being careful not to let anyone see her. Not that they’d know what she’s doing anyway.
She carefully opened the packages, not wanting to damage the contents. Among other suits she had ordered just for fun were the two she was looking for. Soma and herself. Still skeptical about the actual efficacy of the suits, she decided to try them on ahead of time, and maybe have a bit of fun while at it.
She decided to put the skin of herself on first, after all, what fun was there for her in looking like herself? She stripped out of her clothes, some basic school attire, and went over to pick up the costume of herself. She stretched her mouth open like the man in the video before thinking,
“He did say any orifice, right?”
She let go of her mouth and flipped the suit around, its floppy derriere in direct view.
“Well, here goes, I guess. I hope it works, it’d suck to waste that much money, and none of the other presents sounded near as good.”
She stretched its anus wide open and fit her left leg in, lining it up with the inside of the suit. It felt really odd, very much like actual skin, but not attached to anything; getting her leg in was much easier than she thought it would be, though. Unlike tights, pantyhose, or leggings, where they bunch up as you put them on, and you have to go bit by bit, the skin just went on smoothly. As her first leg went in, her other followed shortly behind, and soon she had two legs firmly in her own ass. She realized what she needed to do if she wanted to continue on, and hoped that the suit could handle it. She stretched the anal opening far wider than she had tried before, and way farther than it had in the demonstration video, just to get her torso inside. As soon as her arms and head were inside, it snapped back around her backside, going back to its original placement.
It was dark inside. Thankfully, the light from the eye, nose, mouth, ear, etc. holes in the head made it easy for her to worm her way up to where her head should go. While there was no such light for her arms, they found their way easily enough. When everything was sorted out, a strange feeling covered her body. She seemed to be wearing nothing. She tried to stretch her skin, and although it felt normal, it stretched a lot farther than would seem normal, indicating that yes, she was indeed wearing the skin still. She fondled her breasts a little and played with her aroused clit some. It totally didn’t seem like she was wearing anything, and looking in the mirror, her standard visage gazed back at her, the body below completely in the nude. The suit did as advertised, and she was ecstatic.
“Well, might as well test if both gifts work before giving them.”
She picked up the suit of Soma, his mid-length white hair and extra foot of height sitting in stark contrast to her long, bubblegum-pink hair and short stature. She kissed the suit on its lips, then put it on, deciding to go in the dick. Despite the significantly smaller entry space, she didn’t really find getting in to be any harder than the last time.
After a short struggle of getting in, PneuSoma opened his eyes to a bit of vertigo from growing nearly a foot.
“Hmm, so this is what it’s like to be a guy. Interesting…” he smirked.
One thing was on her mind now, sexual functionality. All of this activity was making him aroused, especially being in the body of her most beloved, and the suit for sure showed it.
“Ahh! It’s so… weird! I better get used to it though, I hope we’ll be changing places a lot.”
His erection was throbbing, and it called his attention.
“Well, that’s really my main point of wearing this suit, might as well get to it.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed and began to jerk off his dick, slowly at first, but as he gained experience with what felt good, he began to pump harder, more decisively.
“Ahnnnnnn… Ahh!”
It felt good. Different, but good. He picked up pace, as his breathing became more rapid, and soon he could feel something building up from inside.
“Ah! Fuck!”
What was building up came crashing down as his abs clenched, his penis spasmed, and he came. White goo erupted from his cock in a completely foreign feeling to PneuSoma, still jerking off his dick. Spurt after spurt came out, soaking the floor in semen. He pumped his dick a few more times after everything was over, just to get out the remaining cum.
Afterglow kicked in and he fell back onto the bed, taking a quick nap after his first male orgasm.
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When he awoke, it was dusk, and no longer was he under the effect of his sexual romp.
“Oh shit! It’s getting late, I better prepare for tomorrow!”
He got up and stepped squarely in a patch of dried cum.
“Aw fuck, I have to clean, too. Oh well, it was certainly worth it.”
He stripped out of himself, just leaving Pneuma in her self-suit. While she contemplated getting out of herself, she decided to stay in, as a fun way to introduce the suits tomorrow, and to test wearing them for long lengths of time. She set aside the Soma suit on the bed - to be wrapped later - then went off to fetch some cleaning supplies. And maybe get in contact with Dermcorp after that. She had some more ideas, after all.