Secret Crush

 "Hey, Cassie! Be sure to tell the dev team to pull the most recent designs this morning, the designers made some updates last night."

Cassie glared at the retreating back of the project manager, muttering under her breath, "I'm not a secretary... or a messenger pigeon." At 23, she was already a senior iOS developer for Live Tuna Games, makers of many wildly popular games, including their latest hit - the color-matching game Carp Crush Challenge. Unbeknownst to her colleagues, she was also one of the most popular videogame streamers, a couple of top 1% camgirls, as well as several other identities she kept mainly to herself. Though her coworkers would never believe it anyway, as those roles looked nothing like the woman who came into the office every day.

The mousy brunette pushed her glasses further up on her nose with disgust. She would have made a bigger point of the issue with the PM ("don't you know how to use email?"), except for two things. One, she was incredibly shy in her "real" life. When she would slip into the layers of silicone that allowed her to become any of her other personas, she became unbridled and a total exhibitionist, gaming with bravado or performing the most lewd acts for total strangers – but without this armor, she felt painfully naked and inadequate.

Two, this gave her an opportunity to chat with her secret crush, one of the leads on the Android development team named Jack. She opened her laptop camera to check her hair and makeup, before scurrying over to the Android office.

She slowed for a few steps before entering, adopting a casual nonchalance. She walked over to Jack's desk, and stood for a few moments next to him as he continued to type furiously. Jack was clearly "in the zone," and oblivious to all things beyond the edges of his monitor. She was hesitant to break his flow, but the lure of even brief contact nudged her on. She gently tapped him on the shoulder, and he  slipped down his large, noise-canceling headphones; otherwise his typing did not slow for an instant. Even so, his voice was friendly as he asked, "Hey, what's up?"

"Design pushed updates, make sure to pull the latest versions this morning before you start building them out." "Why didn't they send an email?" he asked. "Total lack of communication skills?" she quipped. A quick grin flashed across his face for barely a heartbeat. He paused for a beat, fingers stopping their incessant clacking on the hefty mechanical keys, and gave her his full attention. His steely blue eyes turned on her, gazing deeply into her own. "Thanks, anything else?" Her heart jumped into her throat and her mind went blank. After an awkwardly-long pause, she stammered, "Uh, nuh, er no." The moment was over, and he slipped his headphones back on, following with a mumbled, "Great, thanks." Summarily dismissed, she returned to her cubicle.

Settling back in at her desk, her phone chimed briefly. Glancing down she saw that her BFFs-group-chat had exploded in the time she was away, over three dozen unread messages in the few minutes she was absent. What drama had occurred on a Friday morning? She quickly opened the thread and scanned it.

"OMG this week will not fucking end! HR is killing me"
"we're going out 2nite, it's been too long"
"I am not going to Frieze again, you remember what happened last time!"
"i don't"
"lol thats because you were too drunk"

This went on for a while, with the group eventually deciding to descend on the trendiest new bar at ten that evening. Noticing her silence throughout the exchange, her closest friend, Beth, added in "and Cassie you are FUCKING COMING and not sitting at home and playing video games all night again. And you CANNOT show up in those old sweatpants!" She responded with her most sarcastic tongue-sticking-out bitmoji, and closed the app.

***

"BRING IT, ASS HATS!" Cassie yelled, to her empty apartment. She emerged victorious from a deathmatch round of her favorite first-person shooter game, taking the top slot. She hadn't broken her personal record, but she wasn't streaming at the moment anyway. She was about to click the button to start a new round, when she glanced down at the clock - 9:55PM. "Shit!" She closed the game and leapt out of her chair.

She flung open the doors to her closet to reveal three large wardrobes, each drawer meticulously labeled - "Cate: Masks," "Julie: Skinsuits," "Extra Butts & Hips," "Breasts: Large," etc. Compared to the meticulous organization of her alternative identities, her own clothes were in total disarray, either strewn about her bedroom, or dumped into a large pile at the bottom of the closet. She began digging through the latter, looking for anything that was both clean and suitable for the club.

She emerged victoriously with a short black maxidress, the first item she could find with few noticeable stains or marks. Stripping out of her baggy t-shirt and sweatpants, she revealed her slim figure. Not entirely boyish, she had modest hips and small pert breasts. She considered herself in the full-length mirror inside the closet door, before opening the small dresser that held her own lingerie, pulling out a heavily-padded push-up bra and a pair of full-cut panties with ass padding. She slipped into them, adjusting her breasts into the cups to give herself suitable cleavage, and making sure her ass was even. She squeezed into the tight dress, rolling it down over her artificial curves. She leered at herself in the mirror while squeezing her breasts, running her hand over her ass before giving it a smack – not that she could feel it through the padding.

She considered the drawer that contained her realistic masks, "It would be soooo much easier to just put one of those on than to do my makeup," she thought mournfully, "but then I doubt my friends would recognize me..." Sighing, she ran into the bathroom to hastily put together a look. Trading her glasses for contacts - transparent, so as to show her natural brown eyes, she began the laborious effort to apply concealer, foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and finally a bright red lipstick. Even without a mask, she was nearly unrecognizable compared to her day-to-day work look.

She dashed out of the bathroom, the clock showing that she was already 20 minutes late, grabbing a modest pair of 3" heels, suitable for dancing, and tapped the app on her phone to summon a cab. Another fifteen minutes and she was finally at the venue. The bouncer gave a hard look at the ID she fished out of her purse, squinting in the dim light. "You sure this is you? What's your sign?" "Gemini, but I'm a Scorpio moon." He continued to look dubious, but finally handed the plastic card back, "you sure clean up good. Have a fun time."

She stepped up the stairs into the club, and had barely made half a lap around the place before a chorus of "Cassie" squealed out from a corner booth. She dropped into the plush leather seat as Beth slid a martini glass of dark amber liquid across the table to her. She took a sip, and her friend had not disappointed her - the Manhattan, made with a spicy rye, slid down her throat leaving a familiar burn. "Okay, what'd I miss?"

***

Three drinks and two hours later, the young women were well into their night. They'd made a few trips to the dancefloor and back, shaking and grinding to all of the latest hits. And then, a little after midnight, a new DJ took over the rotation. The bass-heavy drops were suddenly replaced with a flood of New Wave, though occasionally remixed for a more modern sound. "What is this oldies shit?!" demanded one of the drunker girls at the table next to theirs.

Cassie, of course, was thrilled. She was too young to have experienced the 80s, but it always held a romantic charm for her - posters of The Cure and New Order had adorned her room as a tween, while the other girls were still listening to whatever pop boy band was popular that week. Beth, of course, knew all of this and gave her a look, "Well, come on then." The rest of the girls quickly followed the pair back out to the floor.

Apparently many of the other patrons were there just for this DJ, and soon the whole place was packed with gyrating bodies. Suddenly, she spied a familiar face across the room, standing at the bar. It was Jack! He was holding a rocks glass and chatting with a few other guys. Cassie froze for a moment - she was mortified! What if he saw her? She dashed back, putting the high-back of the booth between herself and the bar.

Beth noticed her absence and followed a moment later. "What is it?" "It's uhhh... Jack. Over there... At the bar..." The other girls crowded in, and one cooed "ooooh McDreamy huh? Why don't you just go talk to him?" "Oh no, no no no no no. No way." Beth nudged her arm, "Look, you should strike up a conversation." Leaning further forward, she lowered her voice, "You can't just hide behind - well, you know - forever. You need to meet someone real," adding heavy emphasis on the last word.

Cassie was only halfway through formulating a smart-ass reply, at the exact moment the DJ stopped the current song. "I do *not*..." she yelled to a suddenly-quiet room, and only a moment later This Charming Man by the Smiths swelled up to fill the void. She was momentarily horrified, and looked around to see if Jack had noticed. He was quickly turning away, and deposited his drink on the bar. He then strode out onto the dancefloor himself.

She watched him for a few moments, muttering to herself, "whoa - he has some moves for an awkward nerd." "Hell yeah he does!" replied Beth, leaning over her shoulder. Cassie rapidly turned back around and faced the table, blushing and looking abashed. Suddenly, she began to grin. An idea had started to form, as Morrissey began to sing, "I would go out tonight/But I haven't got a stitch to wear..." Beth looked back at her, "What? What?!"

An hour later, Cassie was back at home, once again in front of her computer. She opened a new spreadsheet, and began to type:

***

Attempt 1: Raven

That Monday, Jack had been as neutral as ever. Clearly their near-run-in at the club had escaped his notice. The week passed without any incident, until Friday night rolled around again.

Cassie was not playing video games late this week. Instead she was looking through her wardrobe again. "So, he likes New Wave music, huh?" The website had said that the same DJ was back again this week, so she hoped the odds were good that Jack would return. She slid open the drawer labeled "Cate: Body" and pulled out the skinsuit at the top of the pile. The silicone figure in front of her ostensibly belonged to the internet gaming sensation known as Cate Chrimson. Only the "internet haters" would call Cate "chubby," neither were her curves cartoonish, but they were still noticeable. More noticeable, however, were Cate's tattoos inked into the suit - mostly ancient alchemical symbols, but well-known by her followers, to the point of inspiring at least a couple dozen people to copy them.

Cassie pulled open the neck of the suit, slid her legs inside, and slowly worked it up her naked body. The thick hips and plump ass enveloped her own slim proportions, a small round tummy covering her own abs. She bent down to slide her hands into the arm holes, and pulled up the generous E-cup bust, adjusting it over her own. Then, she slipped a pair of fingers between the lips of the suit, slipping the attached sleeve deep into her own pussy. She suppressed a small moan and repeated the process with the sleeve for her ass. She murmured to herself with regret, "uhnf, I don't have time to enjoy this too much! No time to waste!" She turned to the mirror and bounced on the balls of her feet a bit, making sure that everything jiggled naturally.

Of course, she couldn't simply show up with the face of a famous internet star. She pulled open a different drawer, this time labeled "Various: Masks" and rummaged around for a suitable face to go with the body. She finally decided on a particularly girlish one with a pixie nose, slipping it over her head before adding a long black wig atop the bald head.

Going to her collection of goth clothes suitable for her new body, she picked out a black top, fishnet stockings, and a long black skirt slit up the side, suitable for covering most of the more obvious tattoos. She then laced herself into an overbust PVC corset that hoisted her large breasts to just under her chin. She added a black, patent leather collar with a single O-ring in front, to hide any accidental gaps between the bodysuit and the mask, and then a pair of knee-high, platform boots matching the corset to complete the ensemble. She drew on winged black eyeliner and black lipstick, and she was finished. "Perfect! A big-titty goth girlfriend should get his attention! Assuming he shows up again tonight..."

She walked into the club a little after 11, hoping to not miss Jack if he did show up again this week. As soon as she walked in, however, she saw that he was already at the bar. He was sitting and idly scrolling on his phone, a rocks glass in hand, occasionally looking around the room. He seemed to be in a good mood, just vibing to the beat of the bass, as he sometimes did at work when he was well into his programming flow.

Cassie crossed the dancefloor to the bar, hips swaying in rhythm to the music, each step setting off a wave of motion in her ample bust. She reached the bar and waved down a passing bartender, and leaned forward to give him a gratuitous view of her cleavage. She chirped, "can I have a bourbon and ginger, pleeeease?" ending the phrase with a girlish giggle. The bartender gave her assets more than just a glance before replying, "sure thing." She turned in the direction of Jack, pretending to look around the room and caught him staring at her tits as well. "Ah good, a breast man" she thought, "this'll be easy!"

A moment later the bartender slid the glass across to her, while she offered her credit card back. She took a sip before pulling her phone out of her purse, and pretended to check her messages. She sighed dramatically, before turning to Jack and gesturing to the seat next to him, "do you mind if I join you? My friends said they'd meet me here but now they aren't responding."

He looked up from his phone, his eyes again pausing briefly on her bosom before meeting her eyes. "Uhhh, actually I'm kind of waiting for someone…" She put on her best pout, the enhanced lips of the mask giving her a perfect cupids bow, emphasizing the gesture on her black-stained lips. But before she could make more than a note of disappointment, he quickly gestured to the barstool and stammered "but, umm, they're not here yet - please have a seat."

"Thanks. These boots are great for dancing but not fun for standing too long." As she sat down she teased a leg out from the slit of her skirt, highlighting the boots. Predictably, his gaze followed the slit up her stocking-clad legs before returning to his drink. "Oh, uhmm, yeah, I can imagine." "This is just too much fun," she thought, "I should have done this sooner!"

She extended a hand tipped with glossy black nails, "my name's Raven..." As he took it, a wry smile crossed his face for only a second before he recovered, "Raven, huh?" She grinned back, "well actually, my real name is Dolores, after my great-grandmother, but it always felt like an old person's name, you know?" Still gripping his hand, she added, "ahem… and you are?" "Oh, right, sorry - I'm Jack." "Jack, huh? Nice to meet you."

She released his hand, and as she pulled away her sleeve slid up slightly. He nodded toward the cluster of lines and circles that was revealed around her wrist. "Oh, that tattoo! Are you a fan of Cate Chrimson?" She momentarily shocked and tried to quickly cover her surprise, "Oh, uh, yeah! She's great, isn't she? I mean, I love all of this wicca stuff anyway, but she definitely inspired that design."

"Yeah, I subscribe to her stream too! Did you catch that match two weeks ago? She totally destroyed those guys!" Ah, so he already knew her work, did he? "No, uh, I guess I missed that one," she lied, carefully. "I'll have to check it out later. I'm guessing you game as well?" "Oh definitely. More strategy than the shooters she usually streams though."

For the next hour, they bantered back and forth about their favorite games and style of play. Cassie was actually starting to enjoy herself – it was so rare that she actually got to talk about gaming without being behind her web camera and false visage, and she had started to forget that she was wearing a disguise. At least, until she turned suddenly and one of her massive breasts knocked over the remnants of her drink, spilling half-melted ice across the bar.

The bartender quickly jumped in to mop of the spill. "Oh sorry! I think maybe I need to dance some of this buzz off. Jack, would you care to join me?"

He paused for a second, and she thought that he was about to say yes, but instead he frowned. "Uh, no, uh, sorry, I should really keep waiting for my, uh, friend."

"Suit yourself," she winked at him and sashayed to the floor, squeezing between the many other dancers.

Momentarily flustered, she thought to herself, "well, clearly he wants to get his hands all over this hot body, I guess I'll have to show him what he's missing!" The DJ's timing could not have been better, as Temptation by New Order began to play through the speakers. She used every extra inch of silicone to shimmy and shake, not too suggestively as to be trashy, but emphasizing the assets she appeared to have.

After two or three songs, she checked back over her shoulder, but Jack had disappeared from the bar. She kept dancing for another few minutes, and when he still hadn't returned, she headed back and asked the bartender. "Oh, yeah, he paid his tab and left a few minutes ago. Sorry." "Did he, umm, leave a note or anything for me?" "No miss, I'm afraid he didn't. He just said his friend hadn't showed, so he was heading home." "Ah, thanks. I guess I'll take my tab when you get a moment." This time, she pouted in earnest.

Returning home, she was hot, sweaty, and very frustrated. She unlaced the boots and corset, throwing them into a pile, which was quickly joined by the rest of her clothes. She slipped off her wig, and then removed her eyeliner and lipstick. Peeling off the mask, she dropped it unceremoniously into the sink for further washing, and then turned on the shower.

While the water was warming up, she admired her false figure in the mirror, caressing her large breasts, and pulling and stretching her fake nipples beyond what any natural body could handle. "I'd fuck me," she purred, before slipping a hand down to the suit's silicone pussy, rubbing the lips and pulling at them as well. She released them and they snapped back into place, eliciting a small wince from her as they smacked against her real lips beneath.

 Heading to the bedroom, she pulled out a large wooden box from under her bed, opening the lid to reveal her extensive collection of sex toys. She picked out a matching pair of black rubber dildos, each with a built-in suction cup at the bottom. Returning to the bathroom, she attached one to the tub edge, and the other to the wall of the shower at waist-height. "Raven," or rather Cate, had a very tight pair of holes, thanks to the thick sheathes that were buried deep inside of Cassie, and she generously applied lube to each.

Slowly lowering herself onto the edge of the tub, she eased the lower dildo into her silicone-lined pussy. "Uhnf," she moaned, "this could have been you, Jack." She began to run her hand back and forth along the other shaft, now positioned in front of her face, slowly jacking off the fake cock as she ground against the second. With her other hand she grabbed her breast, and kneading it forcefully - though her real breasts were buried deep within the suit, a small part of the motion transferred to friction against her real nipples, already hard from the constriction of the suit. She wrapped her lips around the cock, slowly fellating it as she built to a rhythm. She tried to rub her clit through the thick suit, but her own was constrained through the thick skin, beneath the fake one caught between her fingers, further adding to her increasingly desperate frustration.

Unmounting, she moved both dildos to the back edge of the tub, one above the other. She climbed into the tub, dropping to her hands and knees, and then slid the pair deep into both her pussy and ass in one thrust. Grunting, she exclaimed, "ah yesssss... that's fucking perfect..." Warm water sprayed down her back and face as she continued to pound the wall of her shower in mock-doggystyle. Soon, she screamed as the double penetration drove her to a powerful, shuddering orgasm. A pair of quiet "pops" followed as she clenched down hard, pulling the dildos off of the wall.

Finally exhausted, she slid down into the tub. She retrieved the dildos which had become lodged inside of her, each sheath inverting itself in the process to hang outside of the suit like a pair of small cocks themselves. She then slowly began to work her way out of the heavy suit - made even heavier by the water that had worked its way inside during her playtime - using the warm water and soap to aid the removal process. Soon, the fake body lay in the tub, as she finished cleaning her actual self up.

Throwing on a robe, she climbed into her computer chair. She opened her spreadsheet and began adding notes:

Attempt 1: Raven
Body: B
Conversation: C
Notes: He definitely liked what he saw, but not enough to keep him his attention. Not aggressive enough perhaps?

She thought for a moment longer, and added a new line:

***

Attempt 2: Veronica

A week later, she was once again considering her disguise options. "Hmm, Raven grabbed attention, but I need to hold onto it. Something more dominant." She put one finger to pursed lips. "We'll start with the mask this time." She once again went to her drawer of masks not attached to any of her other well-known personas, selecting one with aquiline features, high cheekbones, and very full lips. The mask was a full-chest piece, including breasts as well as permanently-attached blonde hair. "And no need for a choker with this too," she thought.

She slipped her arms into the short sleeves, before plunging her head into the silicone. She considered her reflection, a euro goddess from the tits up, her slim figure from the waist down. She pulled open another drawer, this one with various silicone hip & ass padding. She picked out a pair that were leggings and would match the head, a thin landing strip of blonde fuzz sitting just above the mons. She stepped into the piece, sliding it up and aligning it to her own hips and holes. This one had no built-in sleeves, and she thought to herself, "I'll have to be careful if this works!"

She looked at herself again, "still not quite right..." She reached into the girdle and pulled out the thick silicone hip pads, but leaving the perky ass padding, giving the overall image a less bimbo-ish appearance, and a more athletic look. She rolled up the legs to her knees, pulling on a pair of realistic toe-socks that had padded calves, instantly giving her a pair of legs that would take long hours on an elliptical machine to achieve.

Rolling back down the leggings, she then reached under the bottom edge of the chestplate, carefully removing a natural, teardrop-shaped breastform from its concealed pocket. She repeated the process with the other side, instantly deflating her chest. She then replaced them with a large pair of hemispherical forms made out of a slightly denser silicone, sliding them into place inside of the chestplate. She now sported a pair of large, artificial-looking D-cup breasts that were not at all proportional to the rest of the body, and which seemed to suggest that she did not have a very good plastic surgeon. To make sure he didn't miss the point, she then attached a pair of large fake nipples covering the suit's more normal-sized ones, again made out of a dense silicone so they'd appear erect under any outfit. "There, perfect!"

She inserted a slim barbell with a small pink jewel to give her the appearance of a pierced belly button. After a moment of consideration, she produced a steel butt plug with a matching pink jewel from her toybox, slipping it into her ass and holding the suit firmly in place inside her, "just in case..." Stepping into a red mesh g-string, she added a pair of fake leather pants, that sat low on her hips and showed off the straps of the panty, as well as a spandex halter top that would show off her falsely-toned midriff. Last went on a pair of impossibly-tall stilletto heels with red soles - knock-offs, but so was the rest of her, she smirked.

She applied blue contact lenses to match the hair, with fake teeth caps to give her an expensive-looking, dazzling white smile. Eyeliner, false eyelashes, and a "fuck-me red" lipstick completed the look. She grabbed a bag to match the heels, and transferred the contents of her usual purse into it. Giving herself one final lookover on the way out the door, she nodded with approval - she was now a total sex bomb.

This time she arrived an hour earlier. Though a woman looking like her probably wouldn't dare to show up before midnight, she was willing to risk letting that aspect of the disguise slip just a bit to potentially get more time with Jack. She was rewarded for the effort, as he was once again in the same seat at the bar, almost as if he had never left.

This time she boldly stepped across the room, stopping immediately next to him. The added height of the shoes planted her tits directly in front of his face when he looked up from his phone. His eyes seemed glued on the prominent nipples straining against the spandex for a long moment until she broke his fixation with a short bark of, "you should buy me a drink."

Jack finally looked up to her eyes, and raised an eyebrow, "Oh, I should huh? And why is that?" She gave him a develish grin, "payment for the show. And because I'm telling you to." He gave a half-grin in return, "well, who am I to argue," and raised a finger to attract the bartender's attention. She ordered a Manhattan, and added to Jack, "yes, good question - who are you exactly?" "I'm Jack," he smiled again. And such a nice smile, she thought.

"Charmed. I'm Veronica." "Oh? Where's Betty?" She glared at him, "yes, I've never heard that one before. How very clever." He frowned, but made another attempt, "uh, so, Veronica, what is it that you do?" She deflected again. "Jack, can we please skip the minutiae bullshit? Tell me this instead: what's the last book you read that truly... inspired you?"

He continued to frown, staring deeply into his drink. "Well. Let me think. Um, Infinite Jest?" She groaned sarcastically, "the one with all the footnotes, right? Aside from contrived postmodernism, what exactly did you find inspiring about it?" He looked up, "you've read it? Well, I mean, the uh,experiment on the form was, actually, kind of interesting... At least to me." "But did it make your soul sing? Your heart break?" Jack looked slightly more annoyed, and countered, "Okay, well what about you? It's easy to pick apart someone else's favorites."

"I mostly read philosophy - I re-read Kierkegaard's Fear and Trembling over the weekend."

He gave her another long look, as if reconsidering her, "so… was it the Christian dogma that inspired you?" He smiled a bit, and she guessed that he was trying to determine if she was a religious nut.

"Not really. Existentialism is fascinating, don't you think? The concept of facing dread, and that becoming a motivating factor to your personality… it's a bit like domination and submission, no?" He looked thoroughly confused, so she continued, "we must all encounter death at some point along our journey, and once you realize that you can move past it, no longer be held back by it. The acceptance that you are powerless is freeing, no? Or if you prefer Buddhism, freedom from attachment to earthly things leads to enlightenment."

This time he grinned, catching up slowly, "ah, but surely you can't compare sex games, which are based on desire, with Buddhism, which is about avoiding desire?"

"Well, there's certainly some overlap in the acceptance of pain, don't you think?"

"I, uh, don't know much about that."

"Well, you certainly don't look like a monk. Perhaps you should learn."

They continued their verbal sparring for a while longer, but Jack's attention kept drifting. Every few minutes, he'd look around the room, and then check the time. Cassie let Veronica show a bit of annoyance, "am I keeping you from something?"

He was momentarily stunned, and stuttered out, "no, uh, I mean, not really."

She looked him straight in the eye, "Would you like me to? We can go back to my place."

He considered the offer for barely a heartbeat, but responded with "uh, thanks, but I'm kind of waiting for someone."

"Well, that's too bad. It was nice to meet you Jack."

Excusing herself from her new friend, she headed home.

Walking in the door, she dropped her purse on the floor and kicked off her heels. "Argggh," she fumed. "SO. FUCKING. FRUSTRATING." She stripped off her top and skirt on the way to the bedroom, not bothering to strip out of her disguise before throwing herself down on her bed. She grabbed her pillow and whined into it.

Reaching under her bed, she pulled out her most rumbly vibrator – her Hitachi wand –  powerful enough that she could feel it through just about any suit. Still lying on her stomach, she slipped it under her hips, pressing against mons. With one hand, she started to massage the artificial breasts, pressing against her own; with the other, she grasped the base of the buttplug and slowly began working it in and out of her ass.

After a few moments, she turned the vibrator on high, grinding her silicone-encased clit against the toy, moaning into her pillow. With her own pussy filled with the invading sheath, she could feel her juices start to trickle down inside the leggings. Rolling onto her back, she pulled out the waistband enough to shove the vibrator down the front, giving her more direct content. She slid her hand up under the chestplate and grabbed her own real nipples underneath, squeezing hard. "Ohhhhhh FUUUCCCKKKKKK" she yelled, the orgasm surprising her as she immediately came from the direct sensations.

She lay there for a few moments before staggering to the bathroom to remove the extra layers and clean herself off. Afterwards, she slumped back in front of her computer, adding a new row to her spreadsheet:

Attempt 2: Veronica
Body: C
Conversation: D
Notes: Aggressive didn't work. Raven's more natural body seemed to go over better. Too much all around?

She tapped her lips in thought, before adding yet another row to the sheet:

***

Attempt 3: Sarah

The following week, the bodysuit she retrieved from the wardrobe was different from the others. One of her first extravagant purchases from her cam-show money was to have a custom-made skinsuit created, based on an actual mold of her body, with a few special features. It was short-sleeved and ended at her knees, making it convenient for slipping into - or out of - quickly. On the outside it appeared to be just a slightly exaggerated version of her own, real body. She stepped into the neck hole and began to slide it up her body.

A few inches of thick silicone gave her a slightly curvier butt and hips, while a firm, hidden waistband pulled her in like a corset, leaving her a perfectly flat stomach. She stopped to deal with the first major modification. Behind the impossibly-smooth-shaved mons, this suit also had a pair of ribbed sleeves down below. The frontmost one possessed a thick bump that nestled against her g-spot, providing extra stimulation from any thrusting. The second had a flared ring to hold it in her ass, but also to give any partners an extra tight squeeze sliding in. After fitting those into place, she pushed on the clit of the suit, depressing a hidden button that caused a silent but powerful concealed vibrator to start teasing her own nub. "Good, batteries are still charged," she noted before turning it off.

Next she slid her arms into their corresponding openings. The breast cups were molded to wrap around her own, but instead of pushing down and flattening her own modest breasts beneath solid forms, they were enveloped with a thick layer of padding, bringing her up to a very full C-cup. With her breasts thus jutted up and pressed forward, allowing her own nipples to be situated inside the very thin, hardened silicone shell of the suit's own such that they would constantly appear erect under any clothes, but she could still feel any squeezing or pinching from fingers or clamps. She let out a small squeal as she gave them a tweak, confirming that she was properly situated inside.

She then slipped into a mask reminiscent of her own features, yet still more like a cousin than a sister. Her new face had extra plump lips and high cheekbones, topped with long brown hair.

She put on a set of simple, black satin lingerie over this, attaching garters to black thigh-high stockings. Overtop, she added a schoolgirl skirt and a simple black top that still showed ample cleavage. She added chunky-heeled boots to give her some added height, but these were far simpler than the ones she'd worn as Raven. Aside from some eye shadow & liner to hide the edges of the mask, she left the permanent makeup of the mask otherwise intact.

She looked at the clock, and it was still before 9. After a moment of thought, she grabbed her portable game console and slipped it into her purse. "It's way too early, but I may as well have a drink and get a couple of rounds in while I wait." She settled in at the bar and after ordering a rye neat, she opened up the console to start a round of Starfisher Kingdom, a fishing strategy game set in a multigalatic spacefaring empire - yet another popular game from Live Tuna's catalog.

About twenty minutes later and was just wrapping up a round of the game, a voice to her left said, "Starfisher? Fancy a game?" She looked up to see Jack's warm smile. He reached into a pocket and brandished his own console.

"Depends. Are you any good?"

"I'm not bad. But playing a human is always better than playing against the computer, don't you think?"

She grinned at him, "well, I guess we'll see, won't we?"

She closed her current game and opened up the menu to host a local multiplayer session. Jack turned on his console, pausing only to order a drink from the bartender before joining her game. Both of them hardly touched their drinks over the next twenty minutes, as the first round of frantic play ensued. At the end, Cassie scraped by with a narrow victory, only a few moments before Jack would have taken the lead.

He barked out a laugh, "ha! Well that was embarrassing!"

"Why, because you were beaten by a girl?"

He laughed again, "no, you see, I actually worked on this game! I can't believe I lost!"

"Oh so now you're just bragging," she replied, sarcasm dripping off of each word, "let's go again, maybe it was just a fluke?"

"Deal!"

They played another round, followed by another. Four, five, games passed, a couple of hours sitting at the bar. Eventually they got around to introductions. "By the way, I'm Sarah." "I'm Jack." He gave her a sidelong glance. "Well... Sarah," adding extra emphasis on her name, "it seems we're tied. Should we take the next round somewhere else?" He grinned hungrily.

Cassie was surprised but didn't miss a beat. She gave him a very unsubtle look while fluttering her lashes, "is this your move, getting young women to play video games with you in bars to seduce them?"

"And what if it is?"

She looked him in the eye. "Let's hope the rest of your game is as good." She added, to the bartender, "check, please!"

Two minutes later, they were in the back of a car whisking them across town to Cassie's apartment. Lips pressed against lips, while hands roamed bodies - both real and enhanced. They paused only long enough for her to get her key into the door, tearing off his shirt as she pulled him into her bedroom. She spared a glance to make sure the closet doors were completely closed before throwing Jack down on the bed.

She pulled off his pants before removing her own top, revealing her impressive, satin-encased silicone tits. She squeezed them dramatically in front of his face and gave him a quick shimmy, before turning around and slowly bending over, revealing her enhanced ass under her skirt. She slowly slipped her thong down, leaving skirt, garterbelt, and stockings in place, giving him a long look at her perfect, hairless snatch. She looked back over her shoulder and gave him a wink.

Turning back around, she leaned over the best, nestling his face in her cleavage while massaging his cock through his boxers with one hand. He wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss between her breasts, as he unhooked her bra with one hand. She slipped out of it and shoved a fake nipple into his mouth, the pressure of his suckling causing the real one beneath to harden immediately. Jack also hardened immediately, and she kneeled in front of him, slipping his boxers down. She wrapped her inflated lips around his cock, sucking for a few moments before slipping him between her tits. He moaned as she moved up and down, grasping her own nipples while stroking him slowly.

She slipped her hand down and discretely clicked on her hidden vibrator, warming herself up. She edged him close to completion, and then leaned off of him, before pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on top. She teased the tip of his cock with the lips of her warm slit as she reached into the nightstand and retrieved a tube of lube. She covered his cock with the slippery wetness with one hand, while lubricating her own artificial hole with the other. In one deft motion she then slid him fully inside of her silicone-filled pussy.

He began to thrust against her, the nub inside of her pushing against her g-spot with every stroke. His hungry mouth searched for hers, but as he started to bite her lip she pulled away, not willing to risk him discovering the lips were not really hers. Instead she smothered his face in her heaving chest. The vibrations against her clit and his pounding cock quickly overwhelmed her, and she cried out as the first waves of orgasm overtook her. Her pussy began to rhythmically squeeze his cock, causing him to erupt inside of her. As he came, he cried out, "OHHH CASSSSIIIIEEEE!"

They both collapsed to the bed, exhausted. After a moment, she caught her breath and asked, "soooo, who's Cassie?"

He blinked up at her, "what? come on, I know you're Cassie. I don't know how you pulled this off, but I know it's you."

She stared at him for a long moment. "How?"

He smiled again, "the way you played that game, of course. And at work you always tap your lips when you're thinking, it was kinda hard to miss. And of course you still sound like you, even when you change how you talk." He reached up to touch her cheek, "besides, after all that activity, you're still not sweaty somehow. This is… a mask?" She nodded. "Show me."

She reached her hands under the edge of the neck, peeling the mask off of her head and revealing her actual face. "Ah, there she is" he said, and pulled her in closer for another kiss. She melted into him, before leaning away and looking at him again, "wait, when did you know?"

"You don't think I regularly go home with random strangers I meet in bars do you? I've been going to that bar looking for you for like a month... Ever since I saw you out dancing that one night. But I knew something was off about… uh, Veronica was it? But tonight sealed it, I was sure it was you by your strategy - rushing to build elite carp barracks? It's the same method you always use when we're playing at the office." He considered her for a moment before patting her ass, "so, uh, not to be, uh, rude? But this looks a bit bigger than your normal body? Or are you hiding all this under your work clothes?"

She looked at him closely, gauging his reaction as she explained her secret. "No, uh. Mostly silicone and plastic. This is kind of my kink, being other people. Taking on roles. And" - she shook her tits for added effect - "turning myself into a sex doll. Is that, uh, too weird?"

He smiled, "no, it's umm… different? But that's actually kinda hot." He paused for a moment. "Though… can I see the real you?"

She took his hands and hooked his fingers over the edge of the neck of the suit, "here, help me out of this." He helped pull the suit down and off of her, revealing her trim body underneath. He looked at the bodysuit and turned it over, marveling at the realism. "This is incredible!" Then, looking back at her, "of course, your natural body is amazing too!" She kissed him again, and then they cuddled up on the bed. She was the little spoon to his big spoon, her nude back pressed against his firm chest.

Cassie was starting to fall asleep, when he nuzzled her ear and whispered, "so… uh… Raven?"

She whispered back, "yeah, also me."

His cock started to harden, pressing against her ass. "Ahhhh so you liked her?"

"Yeaaaaah. Can I, uh, play with the big titty goth chick?"

She roused herself and got up, giving him a knowing look. "Gimme five minutes - I need to update a spreadsheet first."