Miracle Flesh Pt 01

Part 1

Samuel Foster didn't like being taken by surprise. He'd always considered himself a cautious man, always trying to anticipate whatever new disaster might be waiting around the corner. It had served him well on his climb toward regional management. But even now, being thrown completely for a loop never failed to leave a bitter taste in his mouth. Especially the kind that involved a surprise package left on his desk over lunch. And even worse when its presence was foreshadowed by knowing snickers and sideways glances all the way back to his office. The fact that this particular surprise could only have come from his wife didn't make things any better.

It was the size of a large novel, boxed in the usual drab cardboard favored by delivery companies everywhere for its cheap inconspicuousness. This made the hot pink and gold address label all the more obnoxious, proudly declaring itself to the world as a "Premium Deluxe Special," sent from the Miracle Flesh Co. The silhouette of a nude woman reclined beneath the letters, an engorged cock pressed to her lips. Probably in case the rest of it was too subtle.

"Hey, Sam! Looks like someone's in for a good time tonight!" someone outside his office crowed.

"So unprofessional," he growled as he slammed the door and locked it. Had everyone been in his office while he was gone, or had that intern from the mail room been showing it off to everyone as he made his rounds? He turned the package over in his hands and found an envelope taped to the back, signed "To my loving husband," in garish gold gel ink that made his eyes water against the crisp white cardstock.

Remember how you said you wanted to be more adventurous in the sack? Well, I went and found the wildest thing I could think of. Hope you'll be thinking of me until you get home. I know I will. ;-) Your ever faithful (and willing) wife (read: cum dumpster) Ash

He set the note face down on the desk and buried his face in his hands. Relieved that no one from corporate was scheduled to come in today. And grinning like an idiot. Until he opened the box.

***

"So? How was work today? Anything interesting happen?"

Sam looked his wife over suspiciously as he shut the garage door behind him. As usual, Ashley had beaten him home from work and stripped down to a comfortable pair of jogging shorts and a loose t-shirt. Her expression was innocent enough, a playful fox's smile parting her cupid's bow lips as she reached up on her toes to kiss him. He hugged her and kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of strawberry and lavender. She had pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail, freshly washed, blow-dried and so deliciously warm against his cheek. The way she smelled after a shower always left him ready to throw her onto the bed and tear her clothes off. Instead, he tore himself away, holding her out at arm's length.

"Something wrong?" she asked. Her eyes were a brilliant blue and wide with expectation. "Did something unexpected happen?"

He arched a dark eyebrow at her, which only made that knowing grin more feral.

"Actually, I did."

"And? What did you think?"

"No idea," he answered brightly, taking the package from his briefcase and tossing it to her. "I didn't open it."

"Boo." Ash caught it without looking, driving the full force of her pout into him. "You're no fun."

"You really need to stop sending weird things to my office," Sam said, all humor gone from his demeanor. "I could get in a lot of trouble if the wrong people saw stuff like this. Where'd you find this thing anyway?"

"One of my girlfriends recommended it. She has a cousin who has gotten into making stuff like this. Now she's started a business and they've been showing stuff off to our friend groups trying to drum up customers."

"Which friend?" he asked, incredulous. "Not that weird chick who thinks she can do magic?"

"Moira's not that bad. She and her family are just a little, you know, quirky."

"That's just a nice way of saying weird."

"Besides," she steamrolled by as if she hadn't heard, "Everyone says their stuff is great! My sister, she finally talked me into it. She and her husband have been using Miracle Flesh stuff for a year now. Whole new experience! Says she's never cum so much before and George can't keep his hands off her. It's amazing! Are you feeling okay, hon?"

"Yeah. Just tired from work," Sam lied as he rubbed his temples.

"Well, you know what will help with that?" Ash slowly lifted the package in front of her face, tilting it back and forth so it appeared to be doing a little dance. "Come on! Admit it, you're curious."

"About a 'Nu Yu Custom Skin Suit?'" he said, trying and failing not to laugh. "Sounds like the sort of thing Hannibal Lecter would come up with."

"Buffalo Bill," she corrected. "Hannibal was only a cannibal."

"Whatever," he said, playfully rolling his eyes. "Besides, your friend's cousin can't even spell. How am I supposed to trust a sex toy that isn't even grammatically correct?"

"Come on," Ash whined, putting her hands together and unleashing the puppy dog eyes. "I promised I'd leave a review online. And may I remind you that it was your idea to try new stuff? Then kept turning down all of my ideas: fucking in a public place, edgeplay, incest play, the BDSM club..."

"Okay, okay, you've made your point." He sighed, putting a hand around her shoulder and holding her tight. "I'm just, you know, trying to ease into things. We have a good thing going. I don't want to ruin it by moving too fast."

"You mean get scared off because your wife's a freak?" she asked, grinning like a maniac.

"Something like that."

"Okay. I'll tell you what. Indulge me on this and you get to pick our next weird sex outing. Sound fair?"

"Hmm," Sam agreed lasciviously.

Ash rolled her eyes. "Let me guess. Threesome?"

Sam answered with an indifferent shrug.

"Fine," she laughed, slapping him playfully on the arm before offering her own. "But I get to pick."

"Agreed," he said. And in the same breath added, "so long as it's a woman," before grabbing her hand and shaking vigorously.

Ash stuck her tongue out. "Basic."

"I just know what I like," he said shamelessly. "So where are we trying out this freakish thing? In here, the bedroom, or what?"

"Well, seeing as how you're such a basic bitch, we should probably do it in the bedroom. Wouldn't want to shock you by doing anything too out of the ordinary."

"Very funny, Ashley."

"Should I keep my nightgown and stockings on whilst we do the deed?" she said, attempting a posh British accent. "I know how bare breasts and ankles distress you so, love."

"I'm leaving now."

He heard her call after him and ran faster, down the hall and up the stairs to their bedroom. Moments later she burst through the door, only to pull up short when she found her husband nowhere in sight. Sam leaped out from behind the door, making her shriek as he tickled her ribs mercilessly. She rounded on him, pushing and slapping until he pulled her in for a kiss. Her resistance melted away like ice cream in summer, wrapping her soft hands around his broad shoulders and kneading at his muscles with enough force to make him fear for his shirt. He retaliated by grabbing handfuls of her ass and spanking her till she moaned into his mouth.

He had almost pushed her onto the bed when she gave a start and broke the kiss off.

"Oh, right!" She skipped away from his grasping hands to retrieve the package from where she'd dropped it. "Come on, don't you want to check it out first?"

"I want to fuck you until you can't stand, then chuck the damn thing out a window while you're out of it," he said obstinately.

The joke had no effect. She just crossed her arms under her chest and glared. He sighed in defeat and took a penknife from the nightstand.

"Okay, okay. Let's take a look."

He felt his enthusiasm drain with each incision. As he cut the shipping box apart, more neon pink and gold packaging assaulted Sam's eyes. A pretty woman's image was printed on each side, looking playfully over her shoulder at him. Bleach blonde, a summer tan, and, apparently, nude from the waist up. A thin zipper ran most of the way up her spine, exposing several inches of skin that was considerably darker than the outside. The picture and product name seemed bent on a hostile takeover of the box's surface area. What little free space remained was a bunch of male and female symbols interlocked together in various combinations and colors that clashed horribly with the rest.

"You might have Moira pass it on that her cousin could use some graphic design courses," he said, holding it at arm's length as if it were a bomb. "The Photoshopping with the skin isn't bad, though."

"Will do, Mr. Art Critic. Just open the fucking thing already."

"Rude," he said, but did as he was told.

As he had expected, the thing inside looked like a prop from a horror film. Probably some trashy B-movie where the monster sucks out all its victim's innards and leaves their skin behind.

"Well?" she asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "What do you think?"

He turned the suit over and over in his hands, helplessly shaking his head.

"I honestly can't decide how I feel. On the one hand, the craftsmanship's amazing. Aside from this slit where you get in at, I can't find any seams at all." He tried stretching it. "Sturdy. The wig's good quality, maybe even real hair. Hell, if I didn't know any better I'd say the skin was real. See?"

Ash took it and jerked back. "Wow, you're right. It's kinda warm, too. Freaky."

"Which leads to the other hand: It looks gross, and I almost want to turn it into the police. It's like a crime scene in a box."

"Don't be such a baby," she scolded. "See that little bit of raised lettering there, behind in the ear?

'Made in the U.S.A

.' It's fine."

Which didn't necessarily mean anything, Sam thought, but kept his mouth shut as he returned to his examination. He could feel padding in the breasts and hips. Something like cartilage lent definition to the face, giving the mask high cheekbones and an aristocratic nose on what might have been a heart-shaped face. There was something familiar about it, but with only holes for eyes and looking like a limp balloon, it was difficult to tell. He imagined what it might look like over a human skull, the olive skin smooth and dimpled. Seafoam green eyes looking up at him through long, fluttering eyelashes.

"Honey," he said slowly, ice cubes sliding down his back. "Does this look like your step-sister to you?"

"Hey! There's a complimentary dildo!" Ash said, rummaging through the box. "Check out the girth on this bad boy!"

"Ashley!"

"Well, what am I supposed to say? The suit's custom-made. I just put in a bunch of your favorite attributes on the website and that's how it came out. Besides, I know you have a crush on Roxie anyway. Consider it a bit of wish fulfillment."

Sam sputtered. "No, I don't."

Ash put her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Then how come every time we see her you can't keep your eyes off her tits?"

"No, I don't!" he lied. "And what about you? You're the one who's slapping her ass all the time."

"It's a beautiful ass," she countered. "It's a confidence booster. Besides, she's my sister. That means it's okay to creep on her."

"Step-sister."

"Which is why it's okay to fantasize a little." Sam gave her a worried look and she laughed. "What's your excuse, honeybunch? I can tell how much you like looking at her. Tell me, when you have to go out of town for work, and you're all alone in your hotel room, are you thinking about just me when you touch yourself? Or do you whack off to Roxanne, thinking about her wearing something tiny and lacey? Oh! And what about your little threesome fantasy? Do you like to imagine us both snuggled up next to you? Competing to see who can get you off fastest? Or maybe you think about us making out while we take turns riding your cock? Should we cash in your sex favor, give her a call and see if she's game? What's the matter hon? You're beet red."

Sam swallowed hard. Ash had started invading his space as she talked, slowly backing him into the bedroom's far wall. With no more room to move, she braced her arms on either side of his head, a possessive tension in her muscles as she pressed herself against his body, crushing her breasts into his sternum. They were only a little less ample than her sister's but no less amazing, and her fuller lips hovered centimeters over his.

"Oh my," she purred, grinding her hips against him. "Someone's excited."

He couldn't take another minute. Sam leaned into the kiss and almost pitched over as she skipped back out of his reach. Sam growled low in his chest, feeling like a tiger deprived of its prey. He stalked toward her, coiling himself to bear her down to the bed and tear off her clothes. Ash retreated before his advance, her eyes wide with staged terror. Just as he was about to pounce, she snatched the skinsuit off the floor and waved it in his face, causing Sam to stumble backward onto his ass.

"So! Ready to give it a go?" she beamed.

"Ready for you to send that thing back to the pit of hell from whence it came, maybe," Sam grumped as he picked himself back up. "For real, Ash. Let's just do something normal tonight and next time I'll let you pick what we do. No complaints. I promise."

Her grin flickered for an instant.

"No can do, Sammy. I bought us a sex toy that looks like my extremely bangable step-sister. It may not have been one of my wiser drunk purchases, but I bought it. And it was not cheap. And since you're always going on about not wasting money, we are going to get our money's worth at least once. Also, it's nonrefundable," she added hastily.

Sam sighed in defeat.

"Fine. Let's get this over with."

"Your enthusiasm is inspiring."

"Yeah, yeah," he said. "Go ahead and strip. I'll try to keep the wood rolling while you get changed."

"Um, actually," Ash said, suddenly looking quite guilty. "It's a men's size."

Sam blinked hard, looking the suit over. "You're kidding."

"No, really," she said, handing him the box. "See? Right there: Sized for men."

"That doesn't make any sense," he said." He took the suit again and pulled at an arm. "I have a hard time believing

you

could fit in it, hon. Let alone me."

"Meaning?" she asked, hands snapping back to hips.

"That it's skin tight," he clarified. "And the lining is so clingy. See? I couldn't even get my arm in if I--what the hell?" His jaw fell open as his arm slipped effortlessly into the suit's corresponding limb, filling it out like a glove. And yet, rather than stretching out to fit over him, his arm seemed to have shrunk to fit the suit.

He gaped, unable to process what he was seeing. It looked precisely like a woman's arm, but it didn't feel any different to move about. In fact, past the shoulder, it didn't feel like he was wearing a suit at all. Despite wearing long sleeves, the sensation of running his left arm over it was like touching his own bare skin, though his left reported the silky smooth skin of a woman. Even pinching or pulling himself, the pain was no different. A thought struck him and Sam hurried to yank his arm free. A series of tiny popping sounded up his arm, like someone was peeling an octopus off, though it came free with minimal resistance. Leaving his right arm just as it had been.

"How is this possible?" he breathed.

"It's the real deal, isn't it?" Ash said, trying to look smug but sounding no less astonished.

A nervous titter escaped Sam's lips. "So. I guess I owe Moira an apology."

"Yup."

"So." Sam licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. "What now?"

Ash gave him a sidelong look. "What about now?"

"Oh, nothing much. Turns out we have an actual, real-life magical suit that turns people into whoever it looks like. No big deal."

"Don't be a jerk," she snapped. "I was just thinking, 'Hey, it really does work! We should try it out!' We've got real magic on our hands. Why shouldn't we experiment with it?"

"Because we don't know what it does!"

"Sure we do," Ash said patiently. "It gives you a body like Roxie's."

"Then you put it on," he said, shoving the suit into her hands.

Her expression frosted over. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"What?" Sam asked, an unconscious shiver running down his back. "Come on, Ash. At least give it a try. You just said we should experiment with the magic suit, right? Come on. For science?"

She studied him through narrowed eyes, as if he were a squashed bug that might try to get up again. After an uncomfortable moment, she took the suit from him, gave it another once over, and tried her arm through the entry slit. For Ash, the smooth glide of fitted perfection was more like stuffing one's hand into a wet rubber glove several sizes too small, and no matter how hard she strained at it she couldn't make it through. In the end, Sam had to help her escape from it.

"Huh. Guess it is a men's size," she said.

"But that isn't how sizes work!"

"Apparently that's how they work for magic suits." Ash grinned as she pushed the suit back to him. "Okay, honey! It's your turn again. For science!"

"I don't know," he said, drawing the word out. "Do we know if it's even safe? What if I can't get it off?"

"Oh, quit stalling already." Ash sat down and clapped a beat, chanting, "Strip! Strip! Strip!"

Sam groaned, and she laughed as he locked the bedroom door and drew the curtains. Her chant grew more insistent as he slid his suit jacket off and kicked off his shoess.

"Come on! Put on a show!" she jeered. "Like I did for your birthday. Take it off, baby, take it off! Then put it on!"

He rolled his eyes, grinning as he remembered the raunchy striptease she had put on for him. The same sleazy saxophone music warbled from her phone and he tried rolling his hips in a clumsy imitation. Ash whooped as he undid each button of his shirt and down to his slacks, squealing in delight when he flashed a peek of his bulge to her behind the flap. Sam was so mortified he could hardly force himself to look her in the eye, but Ash was having so much fun that he couldn't help but smile a little.

When the time finally came, he displayed the suit like an art piece, making a show out of finding the entry slit. He dropped it on the ground, put a toe in and flinched as if he had stepped into a freezing pool. She tittered and he tried again. First one foot, then the other. Though he was broader, the suit stretched effortlessly open, and his heart began to hammer in his throat again. One more look at his wife's expectant face, though, and he knew they were past the point of going back. Forcing another smile, he tried to regain the beat as he shimmied inside. Past the point of entry, though, the suit didn't so much slide up his legs as it flowed around and over them. More like stepping into water than pulling on pants. A warm, tingling sensation went through his legs, a little moan escaping while a shiver ran through his whole body. His skin prickled with goosebumps, and his half-erect cock twitched pleasurably. Or at least, his brain told him that's what he felt, but the sensation was off.

"Look at me," Ash said, startling him. The suit was pulled up to his waist now, and he had tried adjusting the upper-half to get a better view when she called out. "No peeking. Keep your eyes on me, lover."

Sam obeyed. He watched her face turn redder and redder as the suit enveloped his body. He tried not to think about what was happening to him. Tried to tell himself it was just a game for his wife's amusement, but it was impossible to ignore the constant flood of sensation flowing through him. He knew this new body too well for his imagination not to fill in what his sight was missing. His hips and ass growing wider, his center of gravity shifting with it. His stomach growing tighter, firmer, waist narrowing. Focusing on Ash did nothing. Every inch pulled a fresh moan from his lips, making Ash's eyes light up and her breath quicken. That by itself was enough to send a fresh thrill through him. Few things were a bigger turn-on for him than to see his wife aroused. He wanted to see more of it.