[TF - Skinsuits, MTF, Varied]
[CW: Temporary Personality Death/Suppression, Drunk Sex]

Vixen Allure sat in the middle of Rob's living room. The crates had to be pushed aside to make room for the newfound mass Vix carried, though she found it quite easy to now that she had arms so thick in muscles they would have dwarfed her normal torso.

Her entire body was proportionally larger, and she stood at nearly 8' tall - or she would be, if the ceiling fan wasn't a looming threat of constantly whipping her in her face, the only part she hadn't covered with this new skin. Her body was the perfection of a lifetime of bodybuilding, her muscle built up enough that she could easily lift a car.

It just wasn't her, Vixen's, lifetime. But as she pulled over the head of Sally Strongarm, it wasn't her lifetime or even body anymore. It was Sally's.

Sally turned to look at Rob, a diminutive man in her presence. "Oh. Hello there." Her speech was noticeably halting, each word firmly stated as though her sentence, a simple greeting, was conviction.

Rob swallowed, intimidated by the woman in front of him, so different than the caring Vixen that was present moments ago. "You're… you're not Vix, are you?"

Sally shook her head. "No. I am Sally. Sally Strongarm. You are Rob?" Even asking a question, she sounded confident in herself, as if merely letting him answer to be a part of the conversation.

Rob nodded. "Yeah, uh, I guess I ordered you, and…"

"And nothing else. You wanted me here. To workout with you. To get you into shape." Sally stood, the room trembling softly. Hunched over to avoid breaking the fan - for surely her neck muscles alone would stop it immediately before harm would come to her -she looked intimidating, almost monstrous. "Go, lead me outside. We're going to go running."

"Uhm, aren't you… I mean… don't you want to put some clothes on?"

"No. I am proud of my body. I worked hard for it. Now lead me."

Rob stumbled out into the hallway of the building. He shot a glance down toward Jim's apartment, wondering what he would think if he saw Rob with Sally. That would be a long story to explain. Rob himself wasn't even sure he understood the entire story.

The sun was low on the horizon, forming hazy colors swirling through the wispy clouds. Sally stood tall, stretching next to him. "Come, Rob. We will run laps around your building." Quickly, Rob ran out of breath faster than he could run, Sally quickly outpacing him with both her long legs and tremendous muscles. He had time to reflect, as his heart pounded in his head. This is what he wanted, a girl that wanted to workout with someone like this, push him to make progress. Of course, in whatever haze he was in while Kitty was passed out, he decided to make the most muscular, Amazonian woman the site would allow. And now every neighbor could see him out here with her, probably getting a show off her large and defined breasts bouncing stop her equally large and defined pecs.

The thought occurred to him: he now had a whole slew of girls he was responsible for, all of varying sizes and shapes, and none of them had a single lick of clothes. He doubted he could afford to give each one a full wardrobe unless he came into a windfall of cash immediately. He had a couple of ideas on how to go about getting something together but it would be difficult to pull off - not to mention involve getting the girls on board.

'The girls,' he thought, the phrase rolling through his mind as his legs grew more sluggish. Still though, Sally was doing her best to encourage him, though Rob didn't register specific words as he was lost in his own mind. 'The girls' felt far more appropriate than 'my girls', he reflected. After all, he didn't own them… well, he did order them, and when not worn they were inanimate objects, more like clothing than people. But they had minds to their own, and it felt wrong to say he owned that.

Sally's hand on Rob's back startled him back to consciousness. He was drenched in sweat and wheezing, and yet the muscular giantess smiled affectionately at him. "You did good. For your first run. I've served my purpose with you, but do not think you're off the hook. If you get me out, know that I will work out harder every time. We'll make an Adonis of you yet."

Rob looked at Sally curiously. She was hardly sweaty, and already she looked like her breath was back to normal. "Where are you going? Are you leaving already?"

Sally chuckled, nodding. "I can remember your friend Vixen, now. Strangely enough, like a memory I never lived. But clear as day. She was quite insistent. I'm to put on another suit, same for whoever I wear. As she put it… she wants you to meet everyone." Sally started walking back to the building, leaving Rob behind. "Give me a headstart," she called over her shoulder. "It's going to be awkward fitting into another girl."

Rob obediently waited outside, kicking at some grass. On a whim he decided to go for another job around the building. Something about Sally's approval made him ok with giving it another chance.

Sally was back in Rob's apartment, watching out the window. "Good boy," she murmured. She leaned against the wall, trying to clear her head of the rush of memories she had gotten when the duo finished their workout. Vixen was the most clear, but going back further - or underneath the layers, as it were - was another girl. Kitty Clawford. And then… a man. It was harder to connect to him, his presence the most buried, but she got the impression he was Jim, Rob's friend. Her understanding of him mostly came from the memories Vixen and Kitty had of him, and little more.

It wasn’t a problem she had to solve, though. She looked at the next box, easily popping it apart with her strength, feeling her muscles ripping through her skin. Even a small effort like this made her smile. A normal person - someone who hadn’t trained their entire life for being at the peak of fitness - would have struggled to move the box and needed a knife or scissors to rip through the tape. But for Sally, it was trivial to get to the inner contents and hold the skin in her hands.

“Fuck me.” Even given Sally’s uneven speech pattern that made her sound far more angry than intended, her voice still couldn’t convey her irritation with the skin in her hands. It was tiny. Miniscule, even, and not just for a woman of her own stature. This would be difficult for anyone to slip into. Glancing out the window, Sally cursed again. She wouldn’t have time to remove her skin to get into Vixen’s more human sized form, so she had to squeeze into this as is.

The mouth of the poor tiny girl stretched wide in Sally’s grip. Her strength made it easy to hold the hole wide enough to fit her legs, but the unnaturally deformed face in her grip staring up at Sally made her unpleased with the concept. Fortunately, the girls seemed to be indestructible when not worn. Sally shoved her foot down into the new skin, and the body came up to her knee like a strange and fleshy sock. She worked the wrinkles loose in the material, and stretched each of the small toes with their glittery green polish over her own bare toes. As the skin snapped over her own, finally in place and smooth, it seemed to unstretch enough to look normal sized for the new skin. Each digit looked like a small berry on Sally’s massive foot, until finally her foot unstretched similarly, and suddenly was proportionally smaller. She sat down on the couch, hearing it groan under her weight, and held her feet side by side. One was her normal women's size 24 foot. And the other foot was far less that half the size.

Sally watched intrigued as she continued to smooth the skin up along her leg, watching her body collapse in on itself into a tiny twig. It hardly showed off any muscle, looking just generally lean, and now that the new girl’s leg had replaced her own up to her waist, it was genuinely distressing for her. All of her muscles and her hard work, gone in an instant. Sally closed her eyes and took a breath. It would all be over soon, she reasoned. She restretched the body wider, so her other foot could fit into it. With the proper massaging, it too disappeared and quickly she was left with tiny legs underneath her massive hips.

Standing on these twigs would hardly support her hundreds of pounds of pure muscle, and she would quickly injure herself, or these new and smaller legs. An awkward butt shimmy along the couch slipped her hips into the over extended surfaces of the woman she was putting on. Her body continued to dwindle away further and further into the suit, finding other strange oddities about the body she was about to inhabit. Or it would inhabit her own body? Either way, neon green hair trimmed on her privates was the least of the quirks she discovered. As the torso continued up, consuming her own into a smooth expanse of flesh that hid every abdominal muscle Sally ever trained, she found it looked too smooth. There was no navel. Then the small and perky breasts - more akin to a smooth gradation amounting to little more than padded mounds - were topped with nipples of a similar neon green. Sally, on a whim of curiosity, checked herself between her legs, and found that the moist internal flesh of this girl was just as bright and green. Sally had forced her arms into the suit, the squeezing sensation fading away as she looked almost entirely appropriately tiny. Her fingernails had the same bright coloration as every other detail of her body. Her curiosity piqued, she tried to scratch at the nailpolish. It didn’t feel like any kind of polish, but a natural material, almost as if her new nails were naturally that color.

Rob came into the apartment suddenly, startling Sally. “Hey, Sally. I, uh, I ran a few more laps, hope you’re ready for… whatever…” He eyed her up, looking at her disproportionately sized head and neck atop the tiny shoulders of the suit she was in.

“Good boy. Now let me finish dressing for you.”

“Uhm… I don’t know if you want to wear her… aren’t you too huge for her? Where are all your muscles?”

Sally beamed. The attention to her physique, even when not present, helped reassure her massively. She felt confident, knowing that he would remember her body quite well. “I’m all in here. Now. Let me finish. Alright, Rob?”

Rob nodded, intrigued to watch. Sally struggled to get the mouth stretched up around her thick neck, the pointed chin of the girl wrapping around her own wider jaw. She formed the entire lower half of the face to her own, watching as it diminished down to the tiny size it needed to become. Stretching the top of the head over her own, she managed to get the long and curly green hair sitting right on her head, pulling the face onto her own.

The girl on Rob’s couch sat there for a few moments, rubbing her face long after it had stopped shrinking. “Wow, what a headache…” The voice was far higher pitched than Sally’s, and it sounded dazed. She looked up at Rob. “Much better! I’m Saranell! I’m the high priestess of the elves of Everglade, how can I be of assistance, Summoner?”