Baleful Eyes 1

“Are you… quite sure about this?”

She looks at you and nods. “I’ve been ready for weeks. I’m not going to back out now.”

You shrug. “O-o-okay. I mean, it is quite involved…”

“The way I like it.” She smirks. “Give me a hand here- or just watch if you’re uncomfortable. But I’ll need your help with the neural switch-”

“Of course-”

She picks up the first piece, a rust-colored, vaguely shapeless mass of rubber that when held up takes the form of two curvaceous legs. “You’ll notice it’s not as artificial looking as duratex,” she explains. “It’s not shiny or anything. They call it neurotex, or something like that. Feels like skin, super realistic- also when synced with the neural switch, replaces the actual tactile input from your own body- pretty, you know, immersive…”

“Mhmm…”

“Gonna help me?” She lets out an amused puff of air at your discomfort. “Or not.” She slides one of her feet in, pulling the false legs over her own, wriggling her toes to make sure that everything fits cozily. “Feels sexy,” she confides in you. “You’d love it, trust me.” The other foot slips through the channel, smoothly, as if gliding under red silk. The once-shapeless mass has now taken form, inflating as your lover’s lower half fills its hollow cavities. Legs secure, she gives you a look that’s half coy and reaches to her crotch, hooking the neurotex vagina with two fingers before guiding it- and the molded, semi-rigid sheath- into herself, slowly. She reaches underneath her and presumably pushes a similarly large sheath into her anus. Your gaze slides from her new slit to her gritted teeth, and she opens her eyes.

“This,” she said with a breathy laugh, “Is going to be great. Hand me that torso piece, would you?”

You reach over to grab the next part of her suit, and in doing so lean over her. She takes the opportunity to suddenly snake a hand into your pants and feels around with a light touch. You jolt a little in surprise. “Uh…?”

“It’s good to know you’re excited,” she says, and looks at you earnestly while withdrawing her hand. “Torso piece?”

“Uh… right.” You blush a little and adjust your pants, unconsciously rubbing your feet together as you hand her the next mass of what is essentially hyper-technological rubber.

“Thanks,” she says innocently. She adjusts her bald-cap before stretching the torso piece out and pulling it over her head, almost like a t-shirt. Arms fill in and become mobile, and hands wriggle through rubber channels until they fill out new fingers. She pulls down, then reaches to her chest to adjust the fit of her two, distinctly larger breasts. “Mmm,” she moans, giving you a teasing glance. “Feels about right. Be sure to ramp the sensitivity up to max when we start, okay?” She smooths down the line between her new bottom and top halves. You watch curiously, and she notices. “It’ll disappear once we activate the neurotex,” she explains. “I’ll be… sealed right in…”

She gestures, once more. Yet another smile curves her lips- and this time, it looks downright devious. “Mask?”

This last piece of the suit is delicately perched on a mannequin head near the dresser. You get up on light feet and pick it up gingerly, examining what will in mere moments become your loved one’s face. Large, piercing black-and-yellow eyes, with two horns curling upwards from the hairline. Flowing brown hair, dipping over two sharp, knife-like ears. The lips are dainty and painted a permanent black, and behind them lurk small, sharp teeth, gleaming white and red.

“I’m not gonna wait forever to become a succubus, beautiful,” she calls teasingly. You turn around and she’s already slipped in two earbuds and clear contact lenses, which you know will allow her to see through the miniature cameras set in the mask’s false eyes.

You bring the mannequin head, mask and all, to her. She accepts it gently. “Thanks.” The mask comes off and almost flips inside out, allowing you a clear view of the molded mouthpiece slipping out of the hole in the bust, as well as two nasal tubes unravelling like sinister tentacles.

“Immersive…”

“Yeah,” she says. “Go big or go home.” She wriggles around, deliberately letting the internal sheathes deeply plugged into her move around. “I’m already set on going big.” She suddenly leans over and pecks you on the cheek, giving you one last, loving grin. “See you around, babe,” she whispers. “I’ll be away for some time.” She gestures with her hands, which are buried in the mask and ready to pull it over her head. “Once this goes on, I’ll point at you and give you a thumbs up. I won’t be able to say anything, since this mold is breathable and permeable but pretty much gags me completely. I’ll trust you to handle the last few steps.”

You take in a deep breath and nod. “Okay.”

“I love you…”

She pulls the mask over her face, obscuring it. The succubus’s features distort wildly as she pulls it over her own. Bumps from her nose, forehead, and cheekbones show up fleetingly, before she completely encompasses her own head and adjusts the individual parts of the mask to line up with her own. First she puts her red claws into the mask’s mouth and guides the mouthpiece into her mouth, with a faintly perceptible gurgle. Once the teeth and tongue are secure, she moves on to gingerly stuff the nasal tubes up her hidden nostrils, almost looking obscenely as if she were picking her nose. Then she adjusts the eyes, making sure that they’re positioned right over her own. Finally, almost as an afterthought, she smooths the neck line and wriggles the ears to make sure they’re fitted snuggly. She’s still blind, as the suit isn’t fully activated, and when she attempts to point at you she’s off by a little. The thumbs up is a clear indicator, however.

You nod, before remembering that she can’t see you, and reach across the bed for the next few appliances. The suit automatically locks and seals, but the decorative locks- including an elegantly designed metal collar with built-in lock and matching key- will serve to… add to the ensemble. She shifts around a little as you hook the collar around her neck and click it shut, before locking it. Four similarly designed cuffs go around her ankles and wrists, and you lock each with the same key. Finally, you take the small key and place it into an egg-shaped container that sits comfortable in the center of your palm. The long string connected to it betrays the purpose of the key-container, and you close the egg with a snap. Then you reach over and gently hug her, feeling the amazingly realistic neurotex under your grasp, and-

“Mrphh!”

The key is now snugly up her rectum, held within the lubricated sheath. The string trails out, and you drape it gently over her leg. Instead of synthetic fibers, the string is also made out of neurotex as well. Which means there is one final step…

“I love you too…”

The neural switch is in fact a little remote that you’ve had in your pocket the entire time. Now, you take it out and examine it closely. There’s two buttons. One is conspicuously bright red and is marked with the power on symbol. The other one is noticeably smaller and off to the side, and is marked with an orange hazard sign.

You press the power button.

Immediately her entire body jolts, and the blankly staring eyes blink for the first time before swiveling to you. She lunges and pushes you down, looming over you in all her sensual glory. Then she bends down and affectionately licks your neck, her purple tongue covered with her actual saliva.

“Tastes good,” she says jokingly. Her voice comes out sultry and luscious, a tad deeper than her real one. “Is it food?”

She reaches once again for your pants. You give her a half-hearted struggle before grinning nervously and relenting.

“Or… is it fun…?”

She flips some of her trailing brown locks out of her demonic eyes and kisses you, this time full on the lips. Her tongue squirms into your mouth and you taste both her and the neurotex. Then she straightens.

“You forgot one final thing, though.”

You sigh. “Is it necessary?”

“Roleplay doesn’t get any better than a memory block coded by a master programmer.”

“...You?”

“Yes, me.” She giggles. “I coded the Talia personality deliberately so it would fit with this sexy, sexy new body.” She curls her body around slowly for your benefit, before giving a half-embarrassed laugh and rolling off of you and onto the patch of bed next to you. “I can… roleplay pretty well, and get into it, but like I said. It doesn’t get any better than if I actually believe I’m a succubus out to absorb your soul through coitus. Plus, the memory block not only really gets me in the mood, but it temporarily uploads some… techniques. Ones I haven’t even seen before, much less tried. Trust me, with the memory block, we’ll both be in for quite a ride.”

“But I want to have sex with you.” You cup the side of her false face. “Not… Talia or whoever.”

“And you will be.” She shrugs. “Some basic personality traits cannot be erased… anyway, I’ll remember every single second after the block lifts. It’s not like I’m completely gone with the block in place. It’s… more like I’m in the backseat. Watching. Enjoying.” She places a hand on your belly and turns her head to peer straight into your eyes. Her new, alien irises are unnerving for a second, and you flinch- but after a moment you recognize that familiar glimmer of the person you love.

“Hey,” she says softly. “If… you’re uncomfortable with it. We don’t have to do it. The most important thing is that you’re enjoying it with me. I don’t need a memory block for that.”

You’re caught in her gaze, and hesitate. Then you look up at the ceiling and slowly let out a breath.

“...No. It’s fine. Let’s do it.”

“Are you sure?”

You turn and smile at her, picking up the remote. “Pretty sure.”

She hugs you.