Models: Axel Aces, Alison Tyler & Elsa Jean

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As soon as the bodysuit latched onto Liam, Tammi’s mind immediately went fuzzy. Kneeling amongst the torn strips of wrapping paper that had contained the suit, the sharp pang of shock that had cut through her when the suit sprang out of the box was immediately swamped by a soothing bliss that drew a contented smile across her pretty face.

All her worries washed away, Tammi simply watched as the bodysuit engulfed her gay bestie in its erotic embrace. The heavy bust clamped down over his scrawny chest; the hollow arms found his flailing hands and rolled up to his shoulders like silken evening gloves; and when he fell backwards the empty legs hooked themselves over his feet and swept up to join the torso, allowing both the huge ass and designer pussy to seal around his hips, the adaptive material of the suit assimilating his manhood with ease.

For a few seconds Liam’s bewildered face was the only thing left untouched, giving him the appearance of a particularly busty Barbie doll who’d had her head switched with Ken. But then the face of the suit whipped up to swallow him and the last Tammi saw of Liam was a look of terror as he was swallowed up. A second later he was gone, his features now sultry and gorgeous, with long dark hair pulled tight across his scalp and a diamond-encrusted choker glittering around his throat.

The new woman was momentarily naked. After a moment, however, a naughty set of lacy red lingerie emerged from her pores as the suit recycled Liam’s pyjamas into a more suitable outfit. Even so, the new look did little to conceal her modesty, consisting solely of open-crotch panties and a bra without front panels that simply framed her bare tits with a few silk straps crowned with a bow.

While Liam’s final expression had been one of horror, when the new woman turned to face Tammi the horniness in her gaze was intoxicating.

‘Hi there,’ Tammi said with a vapid giggle. ‘What’s your name?’

The new woman shifted closer, her hands finding Tammi’s shoulders. ‘I’m Lizzie. And you’re mine.’ And with that she pulled Tammi into a sensual sapphic kiss.

Tammi groaned into Lizzie’s mouth as their bodies pressed in close. Without knowing why, her delicate hands instinctively rose to grope Lizzie’s mammoth tits, driven by the unexpected desire to feel flesh bulging between her digits. The mesh of Tammi’s nightie was far too thin to dull the erotic heat of Lizzie’s voluptuous body against hers, and the warmth of their kissing flesh sent thrills through the dazed blonde’s petite frame. Her arousal only grew when Lizzie’s hands rose to caress her neck, and within a matter of seconds she found herself melting into the buxom beauty’s blissful embrace.

Tammi’s mind was a whirlwind of erotic confusion. She knew she shouldn’t feel this way. Her best friend had just been consumed by a bodysuit – a bodysuit which had jumped out of a Christmas present which had been meant for Tammi herself. Now the woman he had become was exploring the depths of Tammi’s mouth with her eager tongue. To make matters worse, not only was Tammi failing to resist Lizzie’s advances, she was actually kissing her back. None of this was normal.

And yet simply being in Lizzie’s presence dissolved all the bad feelings into dust. Tammi was still herself. But she was the happiest version of herself, all fears and panic removed to leave her satisfied and content – and very, very horny.

‘I… I don’t understand,’ Tammi panted when Lizzie finally pulled away. ‘What’s going on? Why can’t I resist you?’ She glanced down at her hands, which continued to knead Lizzie’s tits without her even thinking about it. And even when she tried to stop herself, the thought was snatched away on the currents of her arousal. ‘Why do I want you so badly?’ 

While they had been kissing, Lizzie had started stripping Tammi. The blonde’s airy nightie was now discarded on the floor, leaving her little tits bare and only her skimpy black panties concealing her sex. Now Lizzie slipped her hands into those panties to squeeze Tammi’s pert ass hard and draw a shuddering gasp from her former bestie.

‘I would tell you, but I think there’s somebody who can explain it even better than me. And here he is now.’

Following Lizzie’s gaze, Tammi found that they weren’t alone anymore. Her boyfriend Damon was stood in the doorway, eyes bleary and hair tousled. Despite his sleepy appearance, cold shock was carved into his handsome face as he laid eyes on the woman playing with his girlfriend’s body.

Again, Tammi knew that having Damon find her like this should have sparked many different feelings – shame, embarrassment, and guilt, just to name a few – but none of them would take root. And when Lizzie peeled down Tammi’s underwear to bare her ass and give Damon a peek of her flushed pink pussy, rather than resist she only pressed herself harder against Lizzie’s body.

‘So glad you could join us,’ Lizzie grinned coldly at Damon. ‘I was beginning to think I would only have one plaything to fuck senseless.’

Tammi was only half listening, for her attention had been distracted by Lizzie’s tits. She wasn’t sure whether Lizzie’s bra had been shrugged off while they were making out, or whether the suit had simply absorbed it back into her pores. All she knew was that Lizzie’s huge rack was entirely bare, and she couldn’t help but reach out to stroke the perfect orbs while the devilish brunette eagerly goaded Damon.

‘How long have you been dreaming about this morning? Have you been fantasising about making little Tammi here your dumb plaything? Did you wake up with a hard-on imagining all the filthy things you were going to do with your obedient new sex kitten when this suit latched onto her?’ She chuckled coldly. ‘Too bad, prick. I’m running the show now.’

Lizzie’s tone was laced with venom. Liam had always hated Damon, and it seemed that loathing had transferred over to Lizzie too. Unfortunately, the city was an expensive place to live and their flat would have been unaffordable for just two of them, so they had been forced to share as a trio, and it was only Damon’s relationship with Tammi that persuaded Liam to keep his mouth shut.

Deep down, Tammi understood Liam’s hatred. Damon was arrogant and selfish, not to mention blind to the needs of others. He spent most of his time ignoring Tammi entirely, and on the rare occasions he did pay her any attention it was when they were in bed together. Tammi knew he didn’t really love her, but over time their relationship had worn down her will to look for something better.

But now, in Lizzie’s arms, Tammi realised just how much she had been missing.

‘How does it feel, dickhead? All that planning down the drain because of little old me. Are you going to tell her the truth, you selfish cunt, or would you rather I do it?’

‘I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Damon said, though his guilty expression told a different story.

Lizzie’s gorgeous features twisted into a loathsome scowl. ‘Oh, shut the fuck up and get over here. If you’re going to bullshit me then I’m going to teach you how spectacularly your little scheme has backfired.’

It was clear from Damon’s face that the last thing he wanted to do was obey Lizzie’s command. Yet no sooner had the words left her lips than he started crossing the room to join them. His movements were stunted and erratic, his muscles straining to resist, but despite his best efforts he eventually found himself stood over them. Tammi was still far too focused on Lizzie’s breasts to look at him, but the brunette herself wore a wicked grin as she ordered him to strip and sit.

When he had done so, she turned her attention back to Tammi.

‘Hey, beautiful,’ she purred, her voice like distilled seduction. ‘You know what I’ve just realised? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody who looks like they need to ride a cock as badly as you do right now. Just the thought of it is driving you mad, isn’t it sweetie?’

The need to ride a dick hit Tammi like a freight train. All at once a yawning void opened inside her and she knew with total certainty that only bouncing on a pulsing cock would be able to fill it. The need was so intense she almost collapsed into Lizzie’s arms and all she could do was nod frantically, her voice stolen by agonising desperation.

‘I thought so. Lucky for you, Damon is here to help you with that. Go on, beautiful, ride him. Ride him until his brains are mush.’

The sound that escaped Tammi’s lips when she sank down onto her boyfriend’s cock was one of a woman who had just achieved nirvana. Somehow, despite having fucked him countless times before, the way his cock stretched her insides now felt more perfect than all their previous depravities put together. At Lizzie’s command his hands rose to support her by taking hold of her ass and assisting her in raising and dropping her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm.

After just a few strokes Lizzie’s lips found Tammi’s vulnerable breast, the blonde’s lids fluttering as her former bestie suckled hungrily on her nipple.

When Lizzie pulled away a garland of twinkling saliva strung through the air between her lips and Tammi’s nipple. Looping it around a finger, Lizzie lifted it to Tammi’s mouth for her to suck off.

‘Let me tell you a story, beautiful. Once upon a time, there was a selfish cunt who had grown tired of his girlfriend’s body. It didn’t matter to him that she was hot as fuck and willing to put up with his entitled arrogance, oh no, he wanted more. He wanted her to be curvy and stacked; he wanted her hair darker and her lips fuller and her ass bigger. And most of all he wanted her to do whatever he told her to.’

Lizzie caressed Tammi’s soft skin as she continued. ‘So the cunt decided he’d buy his girlfriend a bodysuit for Christmas. He had it programmed to latch on to whoever opened the present, at which point it would permanently seal them inside.’ Her eyes flashed impishly. ‘But you see the suit wasn’t designed to make the wearer submissive. In fact it was coded to enhance the emotions the wearer already felt towards the cunt. Of course, if it had latched onto his girlfriend he would have gotten exactly what he wanted; she was already quiet and shy, so the suit would have moulded her into the perfect submissive.’

Now Lizzie turned her attention from Tammi to Damon, her eyes blazing. ‘But instead it latched onto me. And I’ve hated your guts since the first time we met.’ Her voice grew quieter, danger creeping in at the edges. ‘Fortunately, now I have the means to make you regret every single minute Tammi has wasted on you.’

By now, Tammi was in a state of sex-drunk bliss. Her glazed eyes watched Lizzie vacantly through fluttering lids and a continuous groan bubbled on her tongue as she maintained a slow, sensual riding rhythm.

Brushing aside a wave of blonde that had fallen across Tammi’s face, Lizzie smiled at her friend. ‘Do you know what the best part about this suit is, beautiful? It is absolutely packed with lust protocols. What that means is that anybody in my presence simply forgets any worries they had before they laid eyes on me; all their inhibitions drift away like feathers on a breeze. Being near me also imbues my lovers with heightened stamina and sensitivity, as well as the overwhelming urge to satisfy my needs. Those protocols are what made you feel so blissed out the moment the suit sprang onto me; they’re what is making Damon’s cock feel so much better than normal. 

‘Of course, if the suit was on you then the protocols would simply ensure Damon had all the stamina he’d ever need to fuck you senseless, while making every thrust feel ten times more intense for him. But now the suit is mine, it means that you’re both puppets to my will.’ Leaning in closer, Lizzie winked at Tammi. ‘But don’t worry, princess, I’ll make sure you enjoy every second.’

‘Please…’ Damon’s voice was shaky and though Tammi couldn’t see his face in just that one word she could hear his tormented expression. ‘Please… let me go. I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for this… you can have Tammi… I’ll never bother you again… just please let me go.’

Rather than answer him, Lizzie turned to Tammi with a sweet smile. ‘I’m sorry, gorgeous, but I need to shut your stupid boyfriend’s mouth. Could you stop riding him for a moment?’

Doing as she was told, Tammi raised her hips. No sooner had Damon’s cock slid free than Lizzie seized him by the shoulders and slammed him down onto the sofa, where she promptly straddled his face, clamped her thighs around his chest and smothered him with her sweet pussy and jiggling ass. Though he tried to beg for mercy, his cries were immediately muffled as she began to rock her hips against his lips.

Despite her burst of savagery, when she turned back to Tammi she was all smiles once more. ‘Carry on, baby.’

Eagerly hopping back onto Damon’s rigid dick, Tammi resumed her task with fresh vigour. Her ass rippled with every drop of her hips and her pussy throbbed with almost agonising arousal, yet somehow the most erotic thing was the thrill of having Lizzie watching her; obeying the busty brunette was more orgasmic than any climax.

‘Now then, where was I?’

‘You… you were just saying how I would enjoy every second being your puppet,’ Tammi said.

Lizzie’s plump pink lips spread into a conspiratorial smile. ‘And you will. Because you and me are going to teach this dumb fucker what happens when he messes with the wrong sluts. I’m going to mould you into the neediest, naughtiest little whore around, and together we’re going to use your useless boyfriend as our living sex toy.’ Another bout of stifled complaints came from between Lizzie’s thighs, but she cut them off by pressing her crotch down harder.

Reaching forward, the busty brunette took Tammi’s nipple between her fingers and pulled gently. ‘And who knows… maybe once I’ve warped you into an insatiable nympho like me you might want to get a bodysuit of your own. You could be anything you liked: a dumb silicone bimbo; a tattooed goth whore; a stacked Amazon Domme.’ She shrugged, the motion pulling harder on Tammi’s tit. ‘Or not. It’s up to you. All I know is that I’ll never tire of fucking you no matter what body you’re in.’ Still pinching the blonde’s nipple, Lizzie gave her a fiendish wink. ‘Now then, what do you say we edge this bastard until he’s a babbling mess? Then after that I can do the same to you.’

Utterly under Lizzie’s thrall, Tammi couldn’t think of anything she’d rather do. ‘Whatever you say,’ she beamed. And as the deviant orgasmia of Lizzie’s influence gradually infected Tammi’s soul, the entranced blonde surrendered herself to the bliss, gleefully accepting her role as a pawn in her corrupted bestie’s scheme of revenge…

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Thanks for reading!

Another month, another rewrite. My readers will already know that I have a blast rewriting these old Tumblr stories and giving them the explicit treatment which I was unable to first time around. The plot of this one is closer to the original than some other rewrites I’ve done, but originally there were only two characters in the scene addition of Tammi’s friend Liam allowed me to add something new into the mix too. That said, the original was also a Christmas piece, so when it came time to pick an option to rewrite for December this one just made sense.

As an added bonus, Alison Tyler was actually the model I used in the original piece, albeit a non-nude image. Given my lack of image selection standards at the time of writing my Tumblr work it’s fairly rare for the people in the supporting images to be adult models – most of the time they were just generic images of scantily clad women. Of course, my personal ethics and standards have altered a lot since then, which is why I almost invariably end up picking out new supporting images for these rewrites. However, in this case given Tyler’s career as an adult model I really wanted to showcase her work again rather than replace it, and I think this gallery does an excellent job of that.

The fourth and final Christmas story before my New Year pieces will be next Friday. As such, to close out my comments I’d like to wish all those that celebrate a very happy Christmas!

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Image gallery: https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/big-boobed-brunette-alison-tyler-blonde-teen-elsa-jean-fuck-a-rock-hard-dick-55020850/