*Ding dong*
The notes hang there. Dan waits, not sure if anyone is home much less the person he's looking for. He leans back to look around the shrub and sees the garage door is closed. He looks back and can't see any cars in the driveway. His eye is drawn along the streets at the other houses, all of them made with the same red brick as the one he's in front of. He isn't even sure this is the right house number, considering it was nearly two years since April lived here.
Footsteps land on what sounds like a wooden floor inside and a figure passes in front of the fogged up glass to the right of the doorframe for a brief second. Dan hears the latch on the door coming off and the lock on the doorknob click. Before he can think to walk away, the knob turns. The person on the other side opens the door part way, enough so that her whole body is visible. She plants her elbow on the doorframe and leans slightly.
The woman looks to be in her mid-twenties. He body is skinny and her skin pale. Her hair is stringy, black, and spilling down to her shoulders. Her clothes are entirely black from neck to toe, and affixed on the left hand side of her nose is a single, shiny silver stud. She looks at Dan, and Dan looks at her. The look is apparently enough for her to glean why he's there, because she smiles broadly, though she doesn't show her teeth.
"She went ahead and did it, didn't she?" she said, a hint of triumph dripping from her voice.
Dan tries to think of a response, but coming up with nothing he just nods. She opens the door wider and motions with her hand for him to come inside. He does so quickly and she closes it behind him.
"Kitchen's just ahead" she said trying to seem hospitable "just sit down and I'll be right there."
Dan almost turns to speak to her, but finds she's already moved towards the far side of the hall. Falling on all fours she scurries up the nearby staircase while Dan watches. Once she disappears and Dan hears a door close, he looks around the little foyer. The house seems normal enough, though Dan figures it's probably because of her roommates rather than her. Jen lives with two others - one of whom used to be April. She went to the same college he and April did and was April's friend from childhood. April's parents didn't approve of her when they became friends in high school, but couldn't stop them from being together in college. Eventually they relented and let them live together. They'd been friends ever since, though not as much when April moved out.
Dan walks down a narrow hallway until he reaches the simple kitchen on the backend of the townhouse. He sits himself at the small wooden table and waits. He can hear fumbling upstairs, like Jen is looking for something. Dan can only imagine what that thing might be. A sudden, muffled moan comes from above him. Dan starts to get worried, but before he has enough time to think about it he hears a door open - the same one he heard close earlier.
The footsteps that come downstairs are slower, more deliberate than before. Dan's jaw drops when he sees who it is stepping into the kitchen: a voluptuous, blue skinned woman, with scales of darker blue arranged in a pattern all over her naked skin. Her hair is a bright, unnatural looking orange, and her eyes seem to burn yellow. It was Mystique from the X-Men movies - or at least she looks like her. When she sees his dumfounded expression she smiles wryly.
"Don't mind me, I just like to put on a little something for my guests."
In her right hand is a brown paper bag that seemed to be weighed down by...something. She places it down on the table and sat down across from him. Her movements are slow and deliberate, a measured sexuality in every action. Her eyes seem to pierce into his, and her smile levels him, making his pants suddenly feel slightly tighter...
"You like this?" she says glancing down at herself "I was only going to put it partially on, but the suit has a way of getting what it wants."
Dan feels the soles of her feet massage against his leg. Her eyes remain fixed on his.
"That's the thing with these costumes" she says in a half moan "Once you start putting them on, you can't help yourself from going all the way."
"J-Jen?" Dan stutters.
Mystique removes her foot from his leg, and sits normally. Her fingers go behind her head and dig in. She grunts, losing the sexy façade she'd put on. To Dan it looks like she's peeling off her own skin. As the features to crumple, Jen's own hair starts to spill out. With a rubbery snap, the mask of the Mystique suit detaches from her face and hangs limply on top of her round, firm breasts. Left there is Jen's own, pale face, smiling and panting.
"So" she says between breaths "what'd she end up picking?"
Dan is overwhelmed. He can barely process what's going on before him, only that the process has turned him on. After a few seconds, he comes to his senses and her question suddenly registers.
"B-black Cat" he sputters.
Jen smirks "Figures, the insecure ones always go with Black Cat as their first costume."
"First...costume?"
Jen's smile grows even wider.
"Do you believe in magic Dan?" She says showing her teeth fully for the first time.
The question catches him off guard. The thought certainly passed through his head, but he had tried to rationalize it as just some elaborate prank. Seeing Jen in a transformative bodysuit from the neck down, though, had thrown all his other theories out the window.
"I don't know what to..." he mutters "O.K., what the hell is going on?" He exclaims more decisively.
It's then that he notices that Jen's attention isn't entirely on him. Her eyes are half closed, and her panting becomes heavier and more sensuous. Her fingers start tapping the table impatiently. Jen sees that Dan has noticed and looks him in the eye.
"Hold on" she says raising her finger and then grabbing the sides of the mask "I have to put this back on. The costume is still on me, and it really wants to be worn."
She pulls open the back of the head of the mask and starts to pull it towards her own.
"Wants?" Dan says just as her face is about to meet the opening "What do you mean wants?"
Jen pauses and pulls her face out. She looks at Dan, seemingly half annoyed at the interruption.
"I mean it's not really alive" she sighs "but they definitely have a personality of their own. Kind of make you do things you wouldn't normally do."
Without another word, she stretches the back of the mask wide open and practically slams her face into it. Immediately the back snaps closed behind her head and she moans louder than ever. The eyes of the mask, which were closed when she pulled it off, open slowly, taking a moment to focus forward. Her blue lips open, and a slow, satisfied intakes of breath follow.
"Soooo..." Mystique says cocking her head to the side slightly "did she fuck you while she was wearing it?"
Dan hesitates, but lets out a "yeah" under his breath.
"Good for her. She's had the hots for you for fucking ages." She says the last few words like that was anguish for her rather than April.
"She wasn't April though" Dan says shaking his head.
Mystique looks at him hard, suddenly serious. She leans forward, resting on her elbows on the table and squeezing her own breasts between her upper arms. Just then, a ripple appears at the top of her head. As the ripple spills down over Mystique's face, April's hair spills out from the gap, followed by her eyes, nose, and mouth, stopping just at the neck.
"Ever think it may have just been a side of her you haven't seen before" she says with a mocking imitation of April's voice.
Dan glanced down at this, his teeth clenching. He blushes.
"How long is she going to be wearing that costume?" He finally says.
A wave of ripples appears at the neck again and works it's way up. In a flash, April's features are gone, and Mystique returns.
"Don't know" Mystique says shrugging "some never do."
Dan looks up at her, startled.
"Well, you took off your costume? What's stopping her"
Mystique's eyes zone out for a moment, like she's reminiscing. Her mouth hangs open, like the memory is both pleasurable and painful.
"I had my first costume on for over a month" she says, putting on her normal voice for a split second "It varies from person to person."
"Varies from --" Dan says, exasperated. He leans back in the chair, suddenly aware of how awkward the situation is with Mystique's confidence temporarily gone. It's then that he spies the paper bag on the table, and realizes what's probably in it.
"What if I take it off of her myself?" he says
"As you are?" Mystique says incredulous "Not likely. Why do you want to, though. I mean...she's happy, right?"
"What if I had a costume..." He blurts out suddenly "like hers?"
At this Mystique pauses, and for a moment they look at each other silently. She then flashes a broad, toothy grin.
"I thought you'd never ask."
She reaches into the bag and draws out what looks like a black full-head mask. Where the eyes would have been are white, teardrop shaped patches, and where the mouth would be there's a gaping maw from ear to ear filled with white, razor-sharp teeth. It was a Venom mask.
"My first costume" Mystique says raising her eyebrows. She hands the mask over to him. It feels like rubber in his hands.
"You have to swear to bring it back, though." She says pointing her finger at him "I know these costumes can be a little...addictive."
Her eyes seem to light up on that last word.
Dan barely listens to her. His eyes are transfixed on the mask. It looks a bit too feminine for him, like it was tailor-made for her. When he becomes aware of Mystiques gaze, he quickly stuffs the mask back into the bag.
"Don't worry, I'll get it back" he says with forced confidence.
He pushes his chair back, stands, and snatches the string handles of the bag. As he lifts it, and notices that it's heavier than before. He glances into the bag again, but can't see anything else in it. Without looking back he steps quickly down the hallway. With his free hand he reaches for the knob on the door and turns it.
"Hold on a sec" Mystique calls out to him.
He stops in his tracks, door partially open, and turns around to face her. She sighs and rubs her hand along her own face.
"Look, I know to you this seems pretty serious and all, but when it comes to these costumes...just don't be afraid to have a bit of fun with it, O.K.? That's what they're for, you know"
Dan's eyes narrow, not sure what to say. Deciding not to say anything he turns and walks through the door.
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Black Cat lets the jewels in her hand dribble through her fingers like a waterfall. Each clink and clatter as they crash into each other onto a pile on the bed sounds distinct and pleasurable as they are to look at. Her perfect white teeth gleam along with them. On the back of her chair is her black, fur lined body suit. She herself sits on her bunched up sheets completely nude...save for her mask still fixed firmly around her eyes. Her white hair is mussed and draped down over her shoulders.
"Who knew breaking into a safe would be so easy" She muses to herself as the last diamond falls from her grasp.
She raises her arms high above her head and presses her palms into the air, grunting as her muscles stretch. She looks down at her haul and spies one of them - a particularly large diamond with two dozen facets. She pinches it between her thumb and forefinger and lifts it up for a better view. In each of the faces she can see herself. She turns her head to look at herself - her first look in the mirror since putting the suits on a few days ago.
"I look so perfect..." she mumbles.
Her other hand makes its way, almost unconsciously to her exposed crotch.
"So perfect..." she repeats, hypnotized.
Her fingers trace lines around the edges of her folds, slipping in as if they were pulled in by a whirlpool. The pressure built fast, and her rubbing grows more and more intense. Her mouth drops open, and she drops the jewel in her hand back onto the pile. Her chest heaves, and her mouth slowly nudges on a wicked smile.
"Man, if I keep wearing this I'll never get any slee...OHHHH!"
Her jaw drops and the rippling pulsations of her pelvic muscles rock her body. She allows herself to topple backwards, her head landing with a loud *whomp* on her pillow. Thirty seconds of squirming and chuckling leaves her on her back and breathing heavily. Her ample chest rises and falls with smooth motions.
She smiles.
"Alright, time for me to get a little shut eye."
It feels to her like she's in a dream, but the alarm in her mind is going off telling her to wake up. The dream lasts just a moment longer, and then sense starts to creep into the edges of her brain. First she brings one hand up to the face, feeling around the seam where the mask meets the skin. Digging her fingers in, she tries to find someplace where it'll give, but can't seem to find it. She sighs in frustration and brings her other hand up to pry at the other side.
There's a brief second where she thinks the mask might be permanently stuck to her face, but that feeling dissipates as one of her fingers finally finds an entry point. She pulls and soon the other fingers start to aid the separation. As more of the mask peels from around her eyes, she feels a tingle, then a crushing sensation as her toned, hard muscles start to wither and sag, sinking into her old ones as if they were never there. The roots of the wig wiggle their way out of her scalp. The process doesn't feel unpleasant, but she finds it more difficult than the first time. She wonders whether it's a side effect of wearing it for too long...
Her dissipating strength seems to allow the mask to start to re-assert itself, but she gives one last hearty, groaning tug, and with a snap, the last of the mask separates from the bridge of her nose. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes close as the last of Black Cat melts away from her mind and body alltogether.
She's April again - plain old, ordinary April...
Immediately all the physical and emotional exhaustion of the past day and a half washes over her like a wave, carrying her mind away from her in the tide. Her arms collapse onto the bed with the mask still gripped in her hand and wig still on her head. She passes out almost instantly.
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Doubt floods Dan's mind as soon as he lifts his cargo out of the bag. He's not sure whether it's just his imagination or if it's yet another "feature" of the mask, but in the time between Jen showing it to him and him driving home it seems to have changed just ever so slightly. Instead of the sleek and feminine shape it now seems bulkier, more aggressive looking. Green slime drips from the thing's fanged jowls, and a shallow pool of the stuff has formed in the bottom of the bag.
Its texture seems different too. Instead of the solid rubber texture it had before it now feels soft, almost gooey to the touch but still keeping its solid form. Turning the mask over Dan sticks is hand in the slit in the back and finds the inside sticky. Thick strands of mask affix themselves to his hand as he withdraws it out, snapping off after a vigorous shake of his hand.
"This is crazy" he thinks to himself "why am I doing this?"
Placing the mask carefully on the table, Dan steps back, grabs the bottom of his shirt, and lifts it up. Jen never told him anything about taking his clothes off, but considering the costume he's about to wear he figures it's probably better to be safe than sorry. He doesn't admit it to himself, but a spark of excitement bursts in his mind as he feels to air on his chest and looks again at the mask. Unbuttoning his jeans he pulls them down and off, one leg at a time, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. The fabric surrounding his crotch begins to bulge.
He grabs the mask off the table with two hands and lifts it up, looking into its eye patches. It feels like the thing is looking right at him, waiting for him to put it on. Its mouth seems to curl slightly into a vague mockery of a smile. Taking in a deep breath Dan turns the mask about and pulls the back of it open. It's pitch black inside, and even as Dan draws it closer and closer to his own face he still can't see anything resembling features on the inside surface. The outside world recedes as his face meets the opening. Almost immediately he can feel thick strands of mask pawing at his face, sticking and pulling the mask on more and more. Now halfway on his face, Dan has a flash of fear and numerous second thoughts trickle their way in. As he makes a motion to pull the mask away and it doesn't obey, he realizes it's too late.
The mask asserts itself over his head, clamping down against the back of his head and plunging his face into the semi-liquid membrane. Dan claws lightly at the neckline and finds that it's already fused with his own skin. What's more, he can feel thick globular tentacles already climbing down his shoulders and chest. He fumbles to pull off his underwear, letting his raging erection flop out at full mast. He tosses the garment away just in time to feel a large mass of goo force itself between his lips and into his mouth and throat. He barely even notices the symbiote entwining with his muscles as they bulge and reshape themselves. An identity nudges its way into his mind - Venom.
The last thing Dan feels before the first shudders and contractions is the sensation of the wet, rubbery material slithering down around his crotch.
