The Emptied

Mikey had a crush on his hot neighbour, Julia, and for good reason. She was a gorgeous, flirtatious forty-something with an incredible body, a natural fantasy for a teenager. Mikey had spent years watching her sunbathe but had recently graduated to spying on her during the daytime, peeping through the gauzy curtains of her ground floor bedroom while she changed, or showered or masturbated.

One summer Friday morning he got lucky. Mikey watched Jim, Julia's husband, leave for work and saw her wave him off in her skimpy shirt and underwear. She was heading back to bed, and Mikey slipped out of his back door to wait under her window. He heard the clip clop of the heels she always wore on the tiled floor, and the slight creaking of the bed as she climbed on. He was about to start looking when he heard the heels again, and suddenly the window opened fully right above him! Once again, he heard the heels and then the scraping of a chair on the floor. Nervously he peered in. Julia had stripped off her sexy underwear, and was caressing her own body and squeezing her tits. She still had the heels on! Mikey was instantly hard. His thoughts drifted between the pleasure of watching her, imagining being with her, and imagining actually being her. As Julia slipped her panties down her long, toned legs, Mikey carefully unzipped his pants and took out his dick. And as Julia hissed with pleasure as she pushed a finger inside herself, Mikey began to jerk off. 

He didn't last long - between the unbelievably sexy MILF, the wet sounds of her slick pussy as she fucked herself with her fingers, her moans and the thrill of his spying, he was soon unloading his cum against the wall. It ran down into the grass at his feet. As he caught his breath, he could see Julia getting closer to her orgasm too. She was panting hard. "nnnghh... oh fuck, oh yeah yeah! Yeeeesssss!" Julia was visibly trembling, but her hands weren't stopping. She kept on rubbing her clit and driving her fingers into her hole. "Unnh, uh, uh, ahhh!" She got off the chair and onto her knees on the floor, attacking her asshole and pussy simultaneously.

She was going to take herself to another climax. But when Mikey dragged his eyes from Julia's wet cunt, past her bouncing tits to her face, he was shocked. Wisps of smoke were coming out of Julia's mouth. Then more, then clouds, as if she were vaping. Then from her ears too, and when she opened her eyes smoke streamed from them like they were chimneys. Mikey realised that he could actually feel the heat being generated by Julia's body on his face, and he was a good five metres away and behind a curtain! The insides of Julia's eyes, mouth and nose now had a dull red glow to them, as if her insides were on fire.

Mikey froze. Could he help her? Could he give himself away? Was it dangerous to be in there? Surely he had to help? Decisively, Mikey stood, fastened his pants and began to climb in. "Hold on Julia, I'm going to help!" But by the time he was inside, it was over.

With a final orgasmic cry, Julia stiffened and the glow inside her faded. The smoke dissipated, and to his horror Mikey saw that Julia's eyes were hollow. As her gorgeous body lay on the floor, it made a strange hissing sound and began to deflate like a balloon. Just like that, the object of Mikey's lust had gone from a living, breathing woman to an empty shell. Mikey was horrified and confused, and although his instinct was to run and call an ambulance, he found himself wanting - needing - to see what Julia had become. She looked for all the world like a rubbery suit, but when he touched the skin it felt totally real. It was warm, although it tangibly cooled in his hand.

He gulped. What was this? Nervously, he turned it over to find an opening at the back, then opened it to look inside. There was no sign of a skeleton, or any internal organs, and the inside was featureless. Julia was now just a layer of the skin-like substance, one or two centimetres thick. Even her gorgeous breasts were now hollow protrusions. The part of Mikey that was basically good was telling him to call the Police, tell them about what he had seen. But the part of Mikey that was a pervert, that peeped on women through windows and wanked... well, that Mikey wanted to look at this Julia suit a little more.

He carefully turned her over onto her back again, and felt her pussy. It was still wet. Whether it felt real or not was moot, as Mikey had never touched a real one, but it felt good. He spread the labia open and looked at her clitoris, peeping out from under its hood. He slipped a finger into the vagina, but it didn't seem to pop through into the space inside the suit - instead it was like a pocket inside the skin. It was big enough to wiggle one finger around, but that was it. Withdrawing, he felt the asshole - there, the firm but flexible ring of muscle remained. Mikey pushed his wet finger inside - that did seem to pop through into the hollow middle.

So, was this something for people to wear? Who built it? Or grew it? What had happened to the person inside it? Did this mean that Julia had never really existed, that she was just a costume worn by other people? Or was it all an elaborate hoax? He stared into the suits eerie, empty features. It was still the image of the woman he'd been crushing on for years... despite his fear and concern, Mikey felt his dick stirring. He nuzzled the round breasts, feeling them divot under the pressure, then gently sucked on a nipple. It hardened in his mouth! Something in the suit was still working! Maybe he could still have some fun.

Stripping off, Mikey tried to fuck the Julia suit. He couldn't get enough purchase to penetrate the vagina, and the ass just felt like a tight ring, then nothing. He grabbed Julia's head by her gorgeous blonde mane and slid his dick into her mouth. Her full lips felt good scraping along the skin of his cock, but there was still not enough friction. Mikey paused, pondered, then realised he could do anything with the suit - it was just a thing, not a person any more. With his dick in the Julia suit's mouth, he used one hand to grip his cock through Julia's face. He then mashed the back of her head around the tip of his cock, and proceeded to jack himself off using the Julia suit's head like a fleshlight. The smooth, warm interior skin felt good, and there was something utterly depraved about the way he had her features squashed and distorted around himself, really screwing up her face in his hands. Her hollow body and limbs jerked like a puppet as he viciously and literally fucked her face. It was wanton and violent, and it wasn't long before he was pumping his cum into the inside of the Julia suit's head. It was the best and biggest orgasm of his life. He let her face slip off his cock, and she unfolded, uncreased and undamaged, on to the floor. 

As his arousal lessened and rational thoughts returned, Mikey began to worry. Was this a crime scene? He'd put his fingers everywhere and now literally spunked on the evidence! Maybe the best thing to do would be to bundle Julia up, and take her home... He grabbed the suit, and his right hand slipped into Julia's arm hole. It felt strange, warm and comfortable. He gently pushed, wiggling his fingers until they slipped into Julia's - literally like a glove.

From the elbow to fingertips, his right arm was tightly clad. He touched his hands together and noted the amazing degree of sensation that the suit communicated to his own skin. It was like wearing the very thinnest layer of material. His pale hand now looked completely female, slightly tanned and with short, manicured nails. Mikey tried clicking his fingers - it worked perfectly. In fact, he could no longer feel anything impeding his sensation. Pressing all his fingers together, clapping his hands - it was like Julia's skin was his. "Hunh. Amazing! What is this thing made of?"

Mikey went to remove the suit. But he could not. A million tiny filaments had emerged from within the skin, and were busy weaving Mikey's cells with that of the Julia suit. He pulled hard, but it was the equivalent of pulling at his own skin - nothing could dislodge it. He tried to push his other hand into the arm, between his flesh and the suit, but could not. Panic set in - he needed to cut it off. He ran to the kitchen to find a pair of scissors.

He rifled through the kitchen drawers with one teenaged boy hand and one elegant, mature, female hand. "Come on, come on, come on," he urged. And just as he found some, a hand reached from behind him and shut the drawer firmly.

"I've let you do a lot Mikey, but I'm not going to let you hurt Julia." Jim was right there. "I have security cameras, I know what you've been doing."

Mikey's panic doubled. "I, I, I didn't do this to her! She just seemed to heat up and then she deflated!"

"I know... it's okay Mikey, sit down." Jim led him to the sofa. "Julia didn't deflate - the previous wearer of the Julia suit just burned out, that's all. You see Julia is alive, but she was... made, I suppose. She's a living suit. And the person wearing the suit is the engine that fuels her. So Julia can, with care, go on living forever. It's great news for me - she's my wife and I love her. I have for a very, very long time. The sad news for you is that Mikey has to stop being Mikey from now on. You're going to put on the suit, and you're going to be the new Julia for the rest of your life. She'll burn you up eventually, of course, but as a teenager you've got a lot of life to give. It'll be years, maybe decades before you're used up."

Mikey was gibbering with fear. "It's scary I know. But peeping on Julia, raping her unconscious body - that's scary stuff too. And when she's fully on you, I promise you we can have a great time. You're going to be satisfied in ways you can't currently imagine."

"I don't want to be Julia. Please just let me go!"

"You can't go. You can't get Julia off you. I could cut off your arm, but that won't help her. I guess you wanted to be inside my wife, didn't you? Now you can be! Just slip her legs on. It'll be quick, I promise."

Sobbing, Mikey shook his head. "Please..."

"The other thing we could do is that I shoot you dead, and share the footage of you climbing into my bedroom window and fucking the limp body of my wife with the cops. I play dumb about the suit and you still look like a rapist and killer. Just put her on." Jim pulled a gun from his belt. "Do it or die, Mikey. Don't think I won't kill you to save her."

Mikey fought back his tears as he gently pushed his feet into the opening on Julia's back. His feet slid inside Julia's as easily as his hand had, and soon he was inside the suit past his knees. The bonding process began immediately and he knew, just as he now realised his new, female right hand was permanently part of him, that he would never step out of the Julia suit.

"Now your other hand, then straighten up," said Jim, putting the gun down. Mikey complied, and as he stood he felt the body of the suit align with him, though the buttocks and chest felt loose. His left hand seemed to join with the suit very quickly. "Okay Mikey, this next bit is the big one. The limbs are easy for Julia to join with, but we have to integrate your organs next. Your breathing and eating, all that - it's a lot more complicated. So you need to put your head in."

Mikey peered down into the empty head hanging in front of him. His cum had puddled in the inside of Julia's forehead, though the whole interior was wet with his juices. But despite his revulsion, his slender hands grasped the neck hole and brought it up and over his head. Hang on - was he controlling his arms? Was that his action or the suit? Or Jim's suggestion? The cool, jelly-like semen coated Mikey's face as it tipped out, running into his eyes and mouth. As his hands aligned the face with his own, he felt it sticking gently to his skin. The cum that hadn't flowed into his mouth was now channeled there by the mask. He swallowed it all even as he felt the lips he'd so recently fucked seal over his own.

Jim helped Mikey to his feet. "Get up and walk around - it'll help with this next part." As he stood for the first time in the Julia suit, Mikey realised he could feel every bristle of the rug beneath his feet. The suit was him now, at least at his extremities. He could feel the suit merging with the cheeks of his ass, and the firm sphincter worming its way between them. As it touched his own asshole, the strongest physical sensation so far began, and Mikey understood that the two rings of muscle were intertwining and knotting together. It wasn't painful, but it was intense - as if his ass were being gently but insistently fucked. After a few minutes his ass stopped pulsating and, just as with his feet and hands, Mikey could no longer differentiate between himself and the suit.

Julia's face had now adhered completely to his, and he could feel pressure around his skull as he was reshaped in service of her sexy features. As the back of the suit began to seal up, he could feel similar forces on his waist and shoulders. Mikey could feel his ass filling up with flesh, and something flowing into the breasts that had hung emptily on the front. Everywhere, he was aware of tendrils tying him to the suit, bonding permanently, then worming into his brain, delivering new lewd thoughts and desires. Mikey felt dizzy as the memories of dozens of previous hosts were fired into his mind, all connected under the umbrella consciousness of Julia. He saw everything - black magic and arcane science; cruel and passionate monarchs giving up their human bodies to become living suits; a memory of being emptied of not only his insides but also his soul. He saw the forced sacrifices, the thousands of years of living, her desire to fuck, her love for Jim. He saw the way she viewed people as fuel or sexual playthings. He realised that Julia knew he was watching her all those times, that she would have fucked him senseless had he just made the move. And he found that she had been aware, aroused even as he had abused her hollow form. The memory of him cumming into her empty mouth merged with her memory of the spunk splattering the waiting cells on her inner walls, of probing the sperm to see if it was a viable host, and of his hand encased in hers. The image flowed into one of Julia, her face coated in semen, her fingers in it, playing with the floor, tasting it... Her own self image.

Suddenly the scales tipped, and there was more of Julia than there was of Mikey.

Julia blinked, and the irises of Mikey's brown eyes were invaded with her deep blue. She cupped her crotch gently as her outer layer crushed and consumed Mikey's genitals, and her vagina wriggled into his abdomen. Stretching, she ran her fingers over her body, smiling with satisfaction.

"Mmmm, he is full of energy. Horny too... I can always use that." Dropping to her knees between Jim's legs, she pulled out his thick, hard cock and licked her lips. "I know it always gets you off the first time. You like imagining the remnants of his personality struggling as he becomes me, his panic as your dick presses inside his new pussy, stretching him in ways he never thought possible. Maybe you are picturing his final thoughts as his throat ruptures as you fuck it, straining and tearing almost as quickly as I can mend it."

Grinning, Jim roughly pulled Julia's face onto his erection and began fucking her roughly. "I've got to say... ah... ah... seeing him using your face for his pleasure was... eh... ahhhh... incredible. I was jealous of him! He must be a real pervert. Oh god Julia... that's so good... I hope you find such a dirty desperate host for me when I burn through this one!"

Before long, the reinvigorated Julia was enjoying Jim's thick load once more.