For a while Rachel just stood there, naked and motionless, arms glued to her sides, waiting for the thing on the floor in front of her to react. Head to toe she was covered in beads of sweat, chest heaving in excited anticipation. Piled in the corner of her room were her clothes, which were thrown there just moments before in her sexually charged frenzy.
She watched the thing, anticipating, and maybe hoping that it would move towards her first, but as the seconds passed it continued to remain still. Once she realized the skin wasn't going to come to her, she decided to take a few tentative steps towards the shimmering pile in the middle of the room herself.
She goes down on one knee next to it, reaching out with her left hand and touched the skin like she did before. Instead of grabbing it, though, she instead drew her hand along the opening on the back, allowing her thumb to glide along the inside edge. It felt soft and slimy, not fake slimy like the outside of the suit.
Once her hand reached just under where the left shoulder blade would be she griped the suit tightly. Carefully, she pulled the seam outwards to reveal the interior to what little light the room had.
The lining of the suit, instead of the rest of the suit's deep dark green, was instead a fleshy pink color, almost like human gums. The whole of it was seemingly lined with a kind of slime that didn't have any obvious source. It all pulsated and undulated, beckoning her and her body to touch it.
Rachel's body was keen to accept this invitation. Her pussy was throbbing. It was already moist and slightly dripping with her juices and that didn't bother her at all. She gripped the other side of the opening under the right shoulder blade, and pulled it open as well. Now fully open, she slowly stood up, lifting the suit up with her. The arms and shoulders of the suit hung limp in front of her, but the rest of the suit was exposed and ready for her.
Preparing herself to plunge her right foot into the leg hole, she lowered the suit to the ground slightly and pulled the opening on the back open just a little bit more. She lifted her thin, bare leg up, balancing her weight on her left foot and allowing it to hover there momentarily over the hole. Once she felt her foot was lined up, she slowly began to lower it in.
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When Rachel finally came to, she found herself curled up in a fetal position on the floor. The afterglow of her bonding had faded for the most part, but her new body still tingled with beautiful new sensations that tickled her every nerve.
Her eyelids flicked open, and she looked around her room, now as clear and visible as if it were fully lit.
...wait, she could see!
She pushed herself off the ground, but stumbled forward for a moment, not being used to the strength the suit seemed to give her. She grew herself up to her full height. She didn't know if the tightening she felt then was from the suit tightening, or from her new muscles flexing.
She took a step, than another. She could feel the carpet now, not like how she used to feel it as a human, but really feel it. Every texture, every sensation flowed into the nerves of her new skin and flooded her brain. She flexed her clawed toes and reveled at how dexterous they were, and did the same with her fingers. They weren't clumsy like large gloves would be, but felt natural as if she'd been using them her whole life.
She began to saunter around the room. It wasn't intentional, but she noticed that she didn't walk like she used to. Every step her wider hips seductively swung from side to side. Her shoulders stayed up and back almost like she were instinctively projecting her breasts out on display.
She stopped in front of the mirror and stood there, just as she did the other night. Now instead of a latex mask on her head, her whole body was covered from head to toe in a veiny, greenish-grey alien skin. It hugged every facet of her body, accentuating every curve. Her ass, her hips, her breasts, all of them were enlarged (but not ridiculously so) to seemingly make her the ultimate seductress.
She placed her hands softly on her alien breasts, feeling the firm girth of them as she lightly squeezed. She let out a moan and dipped her head slightly. It was almost as if they were supported by some sort of invisible bra. Allowing her hands to roll off her chest, slowly she worked her hands down her body, savoring every single curve of her alien flesh. She let her hips sway to and fro as she gazed hungrily in the mirror. Eventually her hands reach her hips, which were much wider than they were before.
Her lips curled into a smile, revealing two rows of white fangs filling her mouth and her hands shot up into her tendril hair. They seemed to undulate and shift by themselves, but that didn't stop her from letting her fingers muss and move them anyways.
She took a deep, deep breath, savoring the new smells her nose allowed her to have and felt as her chest rose and fell with full, confident breaths. The air that filled her lungs sent a tingles all throughout her head. She let her hands fall to her sides. Flexing her fingers, she shifted her weight to one side allowing her hip to pop a little.
"Mmmmmmm I feel so...yyyyummy."
The words caught her by surprise. It wasn't her voice, instead it sounded coarser, huskier, more seductive.
"Oooohh...I like that. What other surprises have you have you got for me."
She smiles, revealing her bright, razor sharp fangs, and behind them a long serpentine tongue ready to strike at her command.
With a giggle, she throws herself on her bed and squirms around, stroking the newly toned muscles of her arms and legs. She stroked and stroked, relishing the new sensations the suit afforded her. Eventually her right hand reached her thighs and she stopped. Almost on their own accord, her claws began to crawl up her leg like a spider, making their way to the slit on the front of her crotch.
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She continued to lay there after the last tingles subsided, reveling in the afterglow and rubbing her thighs together.
"Mmmm, you really are something, aren't you?"
She paused.
"No..." She said sitting up with a smile "We're something...but what are we?"
She placed her index finger thoughtfully against her lip and cocked her head to the side in thought.
A name came unbidden to her head:
"Syn"
She rose slowly from the bed, standing at her full height and rolling her shoulders back so her breasts pressed outwards again. She gazed forward, smiling broadly and repeated the name over and over again, liking the sound if it more and more every time she said it. Her new identity, while she wore the suit that was who she was, not Rachel.
"I should give this thing a test drive, shouldn't I?"
She sauntered over to the window, unlatched it with a confident flick of her finger, and lifted it open. She got on all fours, and without a second thought climbed out the window, placing her hands delicately against the outer wall of her house. Her fingertips adhered to the wall and held her weight as her body slid skillfully through the opening until she was totally outside.
She knew the suit was special, but she didn't know it would give her super powers! She wondered what other pleasant surprises her skin had in store for her.
"Spider-Man, eat your heart out." She thought to herself.
She made her way up the wall, placing her finger tips against the surface and pulling herself up confidently up and up and up. The air, which before had been freezing cold, was now just pleasantly cool. What wind there was felt like nothing more than a gentle caress to her now.
Once she reached the edge of the roof, she gripped it firmly and hoisted herself up with one swift motion, landing crouched on the bed of shingles. Still on all fours, she crawled her way to the crest of the building. When she arrived, she drew herself up to her full height again and stood there, bathing in the soft glow of the full moon. She looked out over the sea of trees and houses that opened up to her, seeing it all as clearly through the mask as if it were daytime.
The wind caressed her naked-suited form, making her feel both exposed and whole at the same time. Each little gust felt like a thousand little hands touching and feeling her body all at once.
A voice began to echo in her head, soft at first but growing more and more insistent with each passing second.
"We need...to mate...we must find....a mate..."
A feeling of lust grew within her, an emptiness that needed to be filled. She rubbed herself lightly, envisioning herself making love to any man she wanted to, and they would all probably be willing, too. After all, with how she looked now, how could anybody resist her?
There it was again, that feeling of absolute confidence that bordered on arrogance.
"Well...as long as have this new body...I might as well enjoy it, right?"
With a sudden bound, she strode quickly across the roof of leaped from her house to the next house over, landing with a soft thud that barely registered. From roof to roof she leapt, a sudden rush of adrenaline taking over and guiding her beautiful, athletic body. The cool night air rushed passed her and her tendril hair flowed in the breeze.
She felt powerful, she felt alive, and most importantly she felt free.
