Seanday Treats: Second-Skin

"Caption This, 26th December 2015"
Original idea from BodyPlast by Lemapp

The last of what I needed to get away had arrived.

I was a watched man, in deep trouble. They all knew what I looked like, skinny, a cute, young face, wavy blonde hair. Damn, sometimes I hated being so attractive.

I opened the box and studied its contents. It was an upper muscle-suit, thick heavy muscles hung from the garment. I touched the flesh, it was warm and as I moved the sleeves the muscles grew. "This is going to work, I know it!"

I was one of the last in the block, I'd screwed the developers taking money and then not moving. They were pissed and were waiting for me. I'd have left long ago if I'd known it was the mob that owned the building.

Collecting together the other items, I loaded up my bag. As I left the apartment I turned and for a moment wished I hadn't been so stupid. Closing the door I locked it for one final time and went down to the second floor.

From my pocket I pulled out a canister, took a deep breath and knocked on 2C--the last of the other residents. It opened and I was looking into the eyes of Raymond Dezcheckov. He opened his mouth to say something and I sprayed the contents of the can into his face. He gasped and fell into my arms, damn he was heavy.


I pulled him into the apartment and locked the door behind me. Raymond was my exit. Glancing around I could see that they'd moved all of his stuff, there were just a few boxes left.

Raymond was an easy choice, although he was almost twice my weight, we were about the same height. Methodically I stripped off his clothes, a grey cardigan, t-shirt and jeans, all of it.

The sedative I'd sprayed in his face would keep him asleep for almost six hours, more than enough time for me to get clear of the city.

I pulled out the muscle-suit and compared it against Raymond. It was of similar size, but lacked all his tattoos. I pulled out some tubs from my bag, struggling with their weight.

Popping the lid, I looked at its contents; thick pink viscous liquid. I pulled Raymond upright. The weight of his body held him in place as he sagged forward.

Immediately I started to paint on the liquid, all over his head and upper torso. I didn't worry about being careful as the liquid evenly covered him, any excess dripping to the floor.

With his upper torso and head covered I watched and waited. After ten minutes, the vividness of the liquids colour started to fade. Raymond's tattoos started to bleed through as the gloop adopted flesh tones. Thirteen minutes had passed and I could see the darkness of Raymond's beard start to show.

I knew it was working and I turned my attention to the muscle-suit. I stripped off my own clothes and picked up the heavy garment. Pulling it over my head, I fed my arms into the sleeves. The suit was tight; it had to be. Eventually I was in a position to push my head through the opening and with a some huffing and puffing I pulled it tight.

My reflection was amazing, I flexed my arms and jiggled my pecs. They operated as if they were my own.

Satisfied I returned to Raymond. I looked at the giant sitting on the floor, he looked perfectly normal, no signs of the mixture at all. "Damn, this stuff is good," I muttered to myself.

Crouching I held up his face and rubbed his thick generous beard. With my thumb and finger I opened an eye, it was clear but vacant. I nodded knowingly.

I pulled him forward so he head was between his knees, at the base of his spine I picked at his skin--eventually finding an edge.

Easing my fingers under inside I started to pull. The layer was thin but strong and stretchy. As I pulled around his front and back the more of his original skin was revealed below. I braced myself and pulled as hard as I could separating the second skin from Raymond's body.

His arms were free and I studied the dark hairs and tattoos on the second skin--they were a perfect copy. With most of his torso fee, I pulled gently at his face and it came free with a pop.

Holding up the second skin, it was a perfect copy of the man. I took a deep breath holding the second-skin close, "Hell, it even smells like him."

With the muscle-suit working for me I crouched behind Raymond and lifted him under the arms. Walking him over to the counter in the kitchen I laid his torso across its surface.

With a tub of gloop in my hands I started to paint his lower half, the legs, ass dick and balls.

I left him to dry once again as I started my transformation into Raymond. I was glad the skin was stretchy as I bunched it up, it's arms flailing, I finally found the opening to the neck. Taking a breath, I pushed up, stretching the neck and throat wide enough to get my head inside. From outside I pawed and stretched Raymond's face over my own, I got excited when I felt the fur on his face and the hairless scalp. I blinked and saw daylight and looked around for a mirror.

I stumbled across the room, the second-skin flapping around. In the mirror I could see Raymond looking back. I worked out the last of the creases. I smiled, not one of my own, but that of Raymond. Pulling at the shoulders I admired his thick, strong neck. I looked the left and right looking for flaws in the way the muscles and tendons moved; they were perfect.

Glancing at Raymond, I could see the gloop on his legs was almost dry. So I pressed on with my transformation. One by one I pushed my arms into the sleeves of the second-skin, forcing my hands past the wrists and into its hands. I rolled my shoulders feeling the muscle-suit moving to my demands. The tightness of the skin felt natural as I jerked Raymond's torso into place.

Fussing over the shoulders, arms and chest I pulled them this way and that to make sure of the fit. Looking over my stolen shoulders I admired Raymond's powerful back.

I stretched again, rolling and flexing in every possible direction I could find. Returning to the mirror I examined the fit again, nothing had moved it was still perfect. I flexed my faux-muscles, now completely hidden under the second-skin; they looked natural, with a grin I popped and bounced my pecs enjoying the way they danced. Lifting an arm I took a sniff of my pit, I snorted and rubbed my nose. It smelt just like him. "Fucking--

I stopped and rubbed the thick bull neck I now owned. "Fucking awesome," I growled from the back of my throat.

Confidently, I swaggered over to the still unconscious Raymond. Gently I touched his ass, it was dry and a little hairy. I checked the legs, covered in dark hairs. I peered around the side and looked at his dick, it was thick with a balls that hung low in a dark--but trimmed bush.

The transformation was almost complete, I picked at his waist and found the join again. Slipping my hands in I began to roll the lower half of the second-skin to the ground. Within minutes I was pulling Raymond's feet from the stretchy leggings.

Sitting on the couch I started to feed my own legs into the second-skin. Pushing my feet into place, although fixing the toes were tricky and time consuming. That done, I got to my feet and pulled the legs over my own. Past the shins, knees and thighs. I looked down at the copy of Raymond's flaccid dick like sheath and swallowed. Taking a breath I reached out and pulled at it and began to feed my own inside. I felt it being drawn up inside until I felt my head reach the end. I gave it a couple of tugs and groaned as a shiver skated down my spine. I looked again, and gave a few more jerks admiring the way it came to life.

Breathing hard, I waited, trying to calm myself. After a moment I continued to pull the second-skin into place. I suddenly gasped as my balls were pulled into position and finished with pulling his ass over mine.

I spent some time aligning the various lines of my new legs. Again, I stretched and lunged. The bottom half was also a perfect fit.

Next I attended to the join at my waist. From the tub, I gingerly dabbed at the seam that circled my body. The bright pink colour slowly faded into a perfect match. I laughed out loud, returning to the original Raymond. Easily lifting him, I carried him to the mirror. I held his head and compared my face with his, we were like twins.

I laid him on the floor and started to dress in his clothes. I pulled on his briefs, snapping the waistband into place. Picking up the socks I pulled them on feeling the warmth and dampness. Next his jeans, they fitted perfectly--of course. The t-shirt was next, I took a sniff, and recognised the musty odour as something that now belonged to me. I slipped it over my head, enjoying its tightness across my shoulders. Finally the cardigan I'd seen him wearing at the door. I swept it across my back pushing my arms into its sleeves. Without thinking I pushed up the cuffs, revealing my strong forearms and the hint of the tattoo that snaked up my arm.

The reflection said it all, I was now Raymond Dezcheckov--almost. From my bag I pulled the last of my tricks. A platinum disc about two inches in diameter, I breathed on it and polished its surface, symbols I didn't understand glistened in the light.

Walking over to Raymond I placed it on his forehead. It glowed a deep orange for a few minutes then faded. I lifted the disk from Raymond and walked to the mirror. I placed it on my own forehead and it glowed again, this time a even red. I felt it warm, and then I watched as it sunk into the second-skin.

I squeezed my eyes close as the warmth of the disc shrouded me. Raymond's entire life flashed past me, burying itself in my own mind. I blinked open my eyes and looked around grinning, my eyes falling onto Raymond, I knew the disc would have sucked up all this memories. When he eventually wakes he won't remember anything, he'll have a new start. From my bag I pulled another mask; a younger man--clean shaven. I studied it for a while, it was a handsome face.

Pulling Raymond forward I slipped it over his head pushing its features into place. With some of the liquid I sealed the edges to his body. Within moments the masks skin had changed to match Raymond's perfectly.

Looking around, I put the remainder of my kit and the sealed tubs into one of the remaining packing boxes. I knew from Raymond's memories the remainder of boxes were being picked up tomorrow. By this time the John Doe asleep on the couch would have recovered and moved on.

I had chosen Raymond not only because of his physical appearance, but also because he was moving to California--a new identity, already setup for me.

With a final look around the room, I picked up *MY* boarding pass, iPhone and thew a large duffle back over my shoulder. I knew it was the last of his packing, a change of clothes amongst other things.

Knowing I was now undetectable I left the building walking right past the people that were looking for me. I chuckled and hit play on my phone as I pushed the earbuds in my ears.