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_ They say a new look can change people. Oh how right they were _.

You roll your shoulders as you wander the aisles of the old junk and antique store. The elderly crow clerk paying you no mind as old-time radio blares over archaic speakers. You peruse his scavenged wares and dig your hands into your pockets. Wandering deep, far into the back and to a dead end where the light fails to reach. There is a figure in the dark, a chill up your spine as you tip a dusty pot and bounce a curtain of soft fluorescent light over the reflective surfaces of forgotten bobbles dotting the shelves.

Relief. It's just a bodysuit draped against a large standing mirror at the very back.

Yet the sound of the radio from the front is suddenly a dull echo, as you feel something about the suit pulling at you. An excited rush slides up your spine and warmth fill your cheeks. The hallway almost seems to stretch and bend to tunnel and focus your gaze on the immaculate latex of a full-body female hyena. Your feet almost move on their own as you tepidly step towards it. The languid creak of the aging structure rolls in the back of your mind with every step. The rock of your own body a ship being drawn by siren song before you find yourself standing over it.

It's so soft, smooth, and warm to the touch. You cup a paw and trail your hand upward along the shapely curves of its figure and feel a thrilling shiver. Is this what you've been looking for? A new look, a change to make you feel whole~?

The suit wafts an alluring and feminine scent of sterility and cleanliness. The chemical aroma of latex mixed with gentle lavender and something faint yet decadent lingering underneath. Your cock begins to stir as you take in another breath and blush from the blooming pleasure. You take off your jacket and set it aside while you explore the abnormally huge yellow zipper on the back.

There's no tab! Is it here because they couldn't fix it? A scowl squashing your jubilation and growing excitement as you rest your palm against it.

Something moist soaks your palm. Pulling away with a string of fluid before the teeth ripple and spread into a great drooling maw! You can't even scream, sucking in the deepest breath you can as you wrench away in horror. A thick cerulean tentacle slides out, snaring your wrist as you seize in terror before it gently pulls your palm back to the squishy lips nestled between the teeth.

It's...holding you there, letting you feel the warm slickened texture and coaxing you inward. It feels good, stroking your wrist tenderly as the teeth relax and lips gently kiss your palm. Does it...want to be worn?

You relax and shudder with a gentle rush of pleasure as it sucks your hand inside its folds. Letting you feel the warm squishy insides squeeze and knead before pulling back as the glistening fluids cling to your skin. You squeeze the dusky azure lips and watch more shimmering tendrils slither out and grip at your wrists, trailing along your body and hugging your waist trying to guide you in.

There is no struggle. This feels so right, so exciting. Finding your hands sinking into the spongy maw as the teeth flex and twitch. The welcome squish as the warm inner flesh of the suit hugs at your skin and clothing, bathing you in gentle moisture. You stifle a perverse moan as it pulls itself upward with the help of its tendrils and engulfs your arms to the shoulder with a gentle sucking slurp. You lift and wriggle its clumsy paws as it presses against you, feeling like your own skin as your nerves dance and tingle with bliss where this blessed suit touches.

More tendrils slither out to hug your legs, holding you captive as you happily surrender to their touch. It feels so shamefully good, even better when you gasp feeling it slide a tentacle into your pants and envelop your shaft. A drooling tentacle lapping at your cheek to elicit a giggle through this alien euphoria, before it shoves itself past your lips!

"MLgk!" a startled grunt, feeling the warm slimy appendage press against your tongue and throat as it drools savoury synthetic honey over your tastebuds. You swallow reflexively, writhing your tongue against the smooth warm flesh as it slides back to mingle your saliva with its own. It's...kissing you! All the while you feel more of yourself sinking into the suit.

So good. You can't help but moan and relax into its tenderness as it hugs and embraces you. The slick blue tongue of the suit pressing back into mouth, eager to embrace and kiss while it guides each leg past its toothy maw and into its warmth. Soon, only your head is uncovered as it works its powerful tongue in and out of your mouth. It pulls back as you lovingly lick at the rich nectar of its saliva before it plunges deeper into your expanding throat as you tense with a spike of bliss.

You're watching more and more of it filling you. Each slurp, the feeling of that slimy tendril as it writhes and pumps in and out of your esophagus. Why does it feel so good? You almost whimper for more whenever the kiss stops. When it withdraws and drools over your tongue promising it'll go even deeper if you obey, before stuffing itself further as you lightly gag and swallow in shameless ecstasy. The head of the suit slowly looms and suddenly engulfs your own in its loving warmth.

Fully inside, wreathed in the warm supple moisture and texture as your body relaxes completely with pleasure. Yet you stand in place through no will of your own. That thick tongue is still going deeper, pressing past your esophagus, and slithering into your stomach. It gently works your visibly bulging throat in the most intense French kiss you could dream of. It's honeyed saliva tastes so good, coating your breath as you inhale the mix of nectar, lavender and latex in an intoxicating perfume of gentle luxury.

So may tendrils shift under the suit, massaging your body and dissolving your clothes in a spa bath of its fluids. You tremble when a meaty tentacle slithers against your rump, another coiling around the head of your achingly hard cock. They scrub in the goo, letting you soften and tingle before a light burning sting as you muffle a dull grunt and feel it immediately fade. They slither past your entrances, shoving deep into your ass and plunging wetly into your stretching urethra to explore and manipulate your insides.

You whimper a happy moan, prisoner inside her as you helplessly jerk your hips. You can feel her smile, rubbing her paws along your figure while she works her body with you as her happy prisoner puppet. Your nerves are already at her command. Even as the tentacles get thicker, feeding more into you as they drive and distend your insides with the audible squish of sweet slimy saliva. She looks down, letting you blush and watch your abdomen and crotch swell with each shove from her writhing tongues. All you can feel is intensifying pleasure as she dominates your body, squeezing and hugging as she passionately fucks and kisses you in ways you could never imagine.

You need to submit to this; you both want this. Let her shape you through the waves of bliss. Your skull tingles as the hallway sings with the perverse slurps and muffled grunts of your union.

Your skin itches and tingles, you whimper as she rocks lightly. The friction draws out short silken fur matching her own lovely tone. Her tongue pulls back a bit, yet you strain as if glued to it. Feeling it pull more than it should before it shoves back in to make a cute muzzle. The suit squeezes as she fucks your throat, softening and reshaping your structure as she stirs your larynx and pulls out to let you whine in a melodic feminine tone. It dives in again, changing the muscle until you sound right for her and goes back to that passionate wet plunging kiss you so desire.

You feel your ears migrating upward, fur covering your body and rubbing against her surface as a tentacle grips your tailbone. It tugs outward with loud popping spikes of overwhelming pleasure, the pops of growing vertebrae and tingling jabs of suppressed ticklish pain as you grunt and huff for more. She is twisting your willing and dominated body. Suffusing your cells with her own transformative genes and commanding your nerves as you watch and feel her paws grip your chest. She slowly kneads as you feel your mass shifting, waves of pleasure making your cheeks burn until your buxom swells into firm squeezable tits.

She works slowly, letting you watch and feel as she physically shapes you to be just like her. A curvaceous hyena babe, silken fur, melodic feminine voice and dusky fur. This is what you wanted, what you had craved for so long. Finally feeling sexy, at peace with your body. All that is left of your old boring self is your fat throbbing cock.

She sits back against the shelf, raising her leg as you watch a tentacle slide up your thigh and between your legs. *YIP* You squeak a girly yelp as it rubs just behind your nutsack, rocking the tip back and forth against your taint while you grow new nerves and flesh. It's hard not to shudder as the warmth fills you in an entirely new way. As it shapes the folds of your growing virgin pussy and slides inward to claim your purity while you arch your back and howl a muffled groan of pleasure.

You feel her fucking you so deep, still pounding your tail hole and making your head rock from each jerk of her tongue in your wet passionate kiss. She digs deep into your growing vagina and slathers your sensitive walls with her sweet honey. You silently thank her for supporting your body as she works. Your legs trembling through the pleasure as your vision blurs in your first female orgasm. Your whole-body aches from the intensity of every swell of pleasure.

She finally pulls from your abused gaping cock, the pulsing tongue tendril rubbing your shaft, massaging you through the pulses of seed as you empty your testes to the last drop inside her. Every ejaculation shrinks your maleness further, growing softer, less defined as she pumps deeper into your silken vent until you absorb the sack. A final farewell squirt as you drool, heavy breathes as you blush and feel mistress shape your former cock into a firm and lovely clit for your new anthro pussy.

She looks in the mirror as you catch your breath, maybe she's even breathing for you. It's hard to tell. You're like her now. A mirror image of her perfection in flesh even while still inside her. It's hard to tell where the two of you end, feeling so natural, so complete.

But her tongues finally begin to pull from you. Her latex form growing loose as she begins to relax, to free her lovely new sister/clone to savor her gift to the world. You whimper, the cold of the air brushing the damp fur of your back while you feel the dread of your nerves beginning to disengage.

Does it have to end? Do you have to be apart?

You finally struggle, not to escape but to stay with her. You think hard, tensing as her tongue tries to pull from your sleeve of a throat. You don't want too just be _like_your sister. You want to _be_her. To stay joined, embraced, complete.

She pauses as you as she understands. You feel a tingle in your skull as she seems hugs you gently, asking if you're certain even as you can feel her thirst and excitement. You suck back in what of her tongue had left your throat as your answer before she aggressively sucks you back inside.

Her teeth clamp, she locks you in, squeezing aggressively as you feel your skin and fur flush against hers. A blur fills your mind and vision for a few seconds as you strain. You feel spikes of sensation dotting over your body and up your spine into your skull as you groan with a blissful daze. It's getting hot inside her. Your heart pounding in your ears as she begins to squeeze, to hug and massage you with every firm squish making you quake with surges of euphoria. Each tender flex feels like it's pressing you together. You body softening as you drool and kiss at her probing tongue and feel your nerves mingle. You can feel more of her every second, your own body and hers together as your minds begin to merge and memories pour into each other to find balance.

Your breath slows as your senses in the host begin to fade. Every undulation under your surface you feel less of your physical self and more of your wonderful and pliable latex body. Mmm, you were a right fit for each other. Compatibility is always nice for this sort of thing <3

You flex, calm, relaxed as you finish up. Properly merging your minds into a greater sum than your old parts as you're finally hollow once more. You slide your tongue out of your empty body and drape the long dripping appendage over your chest. You'll miss having a hot twin to make out with, but it's not like she's gone far~

You know who you are now. You're Avra. A luscious and special girl. A refined latex slime choosing for now to live as a suit and share yourself with others. You stretch, testing the flexibility and adaptability of your structure after your unexpected meal. You feel whole, energized, and lucid.

Grabbing your jacket, you slip it on. It's a bit loose now but you can adjust it later. You head to the front of the store, ignoring the confused gaze of the old avian clerk as you exit into the bright midday sunlight and head for home.