The Writings Of Malevolent Miss Have Worked Their Way Into My Head, Opening New Pathways Of Pleasure.

I would want My Perception to slide back and forth between the VR and IRL, at their will, being used in both instances. At peak moments of confusion, the Main Operator cuts into My VR Feed with Her IRL POV of Her fucking Me. I see what She is doing, where Her attentions are directed. All the while feeling how I am being used. I am turned on by My Own Objectification. I am further depersonalized the more Her inhibitions drop. They start to pass around the Capture Visor as haphazardly as They pass Me around, entertained at how it breaks My Mind. I experience Them fucking this hot drooling mess of a Doll, while the drooling mess of a Doll is Me.

Living Latex

CW: DUBIOUS CONSENT, VORE

Mara knew she should be paying more attention to the petite divorcee she was railing, but goddamn... her reflection in that window overlooking the cityscape was majestic. It should be. All the workouts, the hormones, the surgeries, were on full display as part of that neon skyline.

"Statuesque," was her word of choice for her tall, toned physique. Of course this cute little cougar was inviting her back to her room in no time flat.

Mara couldn't remember her name, but she remembered how she stood out among the younger singles in the hotel bar with her slightly-too-big designer sweater, revenge-haircut, exotic perfume, and the way her sweet smile reached all the way to those crowsfeet. All of which came together to make her such an endearing target.

Now that sweater was on the floor, next to Mara's favorite latex dress. The one so tight it showed off every curve, every muscle, outline of her favorite "asset." The sight of it twitching was all it took to make this little snack's face light up. She rushed to Mara's side as quickly as she could in heels that were clearly much higher than she was used to. She clung close to Mara, afraid to say what she wanted too loud, she whispered her long neglected desires. "I Want your body." She whispered. Her voice even started to tremble when she asked, "c-can you p-please put... it... InmyAss."

But somehow, none of this enticed Mara as much as this woman's perfume. Spicy and sweet, Mara wanted nothing more than to get lost in it.

A feeling that only grew in the enclosed elevator ride up while she clung to the toned muscles of Mara's arm.

Now this cougar cutie was all Mara's. The tightest, softest hole she ever fucked along with the most perfect view she could imagine. It was a high. Everything it took to get here had been worth it.

Mara could tell that wonderful scent was getting stronger too and it only excited her even more.

When had she applied more? It didn't matter. The smell didn't matter. The fact she was getting lightheaded didn't matter. The fuzziness in her vision didn't matter. ONLY the culmination of her efforts mattered.

Mara looked down to admire her prize. The affluent, older woman who... whose spine was... unzipping? No. It had to be drinks. Maybe she was spiked? That would explain the way her back was splitting down the middle as teeth that formed her spine disconnected. NO. It had to be drugs. This wasn't real. The pleasure she felt was real. She needed to keep fucking that tight asshole.

"That's right, honey." She cooed. "Keep going for me. Everything is right as it should be." The sweet words made sense to Mara. Even as the rip widened to reveal a soft, shiny, rippling purple flesh within. The smell was coming from inside her. It was stronger than ever, making her uncontrollably aroused and undeniably disoriented in equal measure.

"Wait," Mara panted. "What did you do?" She pulled back but that hole has tightened around her throbbing Girldick. She couldn't separate.

"Don't stop now," she said. "We're both so close to getting what we came here for." The teeth that lined the panels of her separated skin began to shake. Purple tendrils began pushing outward from under some of the teeth. Soon, dripping tentacles, each tipped with their own claw danced in front of Mara's distorted vision. Mara didn't even see the ones snaking their way behind her to give her a push.

Mara lost her balance and fell forward, hands instinctively extending in front of her to break her fall. Which they did. Her hands collided with the warm, moist, inviting flesh and became stuck in to the wrists almost instantly.

"That's perfect, honey. That's exactly what I needed," the woman said. She adjusted her position so her arms to line up Mara's hands. "Right there."

Mara's attempts to free herself only seemed to pull her in deeper as she was quickly stuck almost to the elbows. The woman couldn't help but smile as she watched the outlines of Mara's writhing fingers slide down her arms until they reached her hands. There, the woman's flesh stretched as both sets of hands began to line up and Mara felt like she was slipping into some kind of nightmarish rubber.

"Mmmm, a perfect fit," the woman said, flexing her and Mara's fingers in unison. "You said at the bar you're going to 'fill me.' Oh, you didn't know how right you were."

"Stop!" Mara panted. She tried to rip her arms free but a strange, almost pleasant numbness had set in where she had been absorbed.

"You love it though," she sneered. "If you didn't, I wouldn't feel that beautiful cock twitching inside me." It was true. In spite of the horror, Mara she was achingly hard. But the numbness had claimed that too. She was trapped, throbbing on the edge of climax but completely unable to cum.

"You loved that tight dress," she continued. "Just think of it like you're slipping into something even more formfittng. Something we'll both enjoy immensely." Mara couldn't look back to see it, but she heard the a wet ripping sound of the woman's legs opening. She felt endrils pushing both pairs of legs together until they were trapped like her arms. Her muscles rendered useless by whatever numbing effect this monster's body created.

As repulsed as she was, Mara couldn't help but savor the way the supple flesh traveled up her thighs and over her ass, hugging all of her delicious curves. Mara kept thrusting. Whether to escape or to finally cum, she wasn't sure.

"Time for those tits!" The tips of the tendrils grazed Mara's back before pressing her torso into the fleshy maw. The creature watched with excitement as her humble chest ballooned as Mara's surgically enhanced breasts became hers. The beautiful way her tits filled and stretched arousing her so acutely that Mara began to feel it as well. It was getting harder to tell where woman ended and monster began.

"Please," Mara pleaded. Her voice was aching with pain of utter defeat and desire. "I just want this end!" Even Mara herself could not say for certain if she wanted to break free or completely submit to this full-body embrace.

"What a coincidence," she's responded, the back of her head opening. "That's what I want too." The creature threw her neck and head back, engulfing all that remained of Mara. But they hadn't lined up correctly, she could feel it. She looked into the same window reflection Mara had and been so enamoured with. All of her wrinkles had vanished since the body of the larger, younger woman had stretched her skin. And under that stretched skin, the outline of Mara's face pressed against the inside of her cheek. It shook and mounthed muted cries from muffled lips. She brought their hand to her cheek to trace those lips.

"Soon, my sweet. Very soon. We'll both get what we need." The creature's eyes followed her reflection down, down to her new, massive, throbbing cock.

"Let's finish this." She smiled. With one hand, she began stroking, the sensation shared between both of them. The other hand continued to caress the silently screaming lips. She understood why Mara couldn't look away from the reflection. The power, the beauty, the conquest, all elevating this experience beyond anything the creature had known before. Mara felt it too. Could feel all the pride her captor felt. Could feel all the stimulation she desperately craved.

"Mine, all MINE," she exclaimed to the skyline. She savoured every stroke.

"The beauty, MINE. The power, MINE. EVERYTHING...IS... MINE!" The final exclamation sent her over the edge. Both experienced the orgasmic force for themselves and the other. Mara a surge of pleasure through every inch of her body. The pressure so great it sent a jet of sticky cum splashing into the window.

The woman watched as the flow of their seed slowed, and along with it, Mara's heartbeat. Softer. Softer. Softer. Slowly, Mara's body rhythms synced with her own. They became her own. Gently, she pressed the outline of Mara's face and turned her neck so they lined up completely.

"See?" She took one last, long look at herself. "I told you it would be over soon." The creature reached to the floor, tossed aside the sweater, and grabbed the dress that now fit her like a glove. Going through her lover's abandoned purse, she found the money and ID. "Mara? That's a pretty name. I may as well take that too." High heels on, she gracefully strode to the door. There was no time to waste. She could release her captive... eventually... if she chose. But not before the two of them had plenty of fun. Who could resist a body like hers?

*takes Prog and slithers

back to nest* 🐍🐍🐍

When you transition people tell you “it’s like watching someone die”. Like yeah a fucking loser died. Just the absolute lamest dude you ever met. A real dogshit guy just bought it. So sorry your absolute failure of a man is gone and has been replaced by a hot chick, must be hard for you 🙄

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