EVELIN - THE REVENGE - ACT II - Parts 9 & 10 (Patreon)

(Imagen Update)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality or other stories, is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

On the way to the party

(Damn! Where Is The Zipper? - Movimento 2.5)

Part 9

The next day Luna woke up just a few hours before the party, and as soon as she opened her eyes she noticed something strange. . . Some things had changed. The suit now felt stiffer and tighter. Her skin was more sensitive, she could feel her goose bumps, caused just by the mere touch of her hair. Her sense of balance was definitely off, and she also noticed something unusual about her lips. Luna ran to the mirror taking short steps on her heels and was startled to see herself like this.

"Impossible. . . what happened to me!" she said to herself in shock, seeing her reflection, just as Evelin had imagined Luna. Her voice sounded unfamiliar with her new lips. "This is dark witchcraft. . ."

As she looked at her reflection, the first thing she saw was her face. She had very long eyelashes grafted to her eyelids. The makeup now looked tattooed. She was still perfectly made up, as if she had just put on makeup, but her face looked somewhat puffy, especially her cheekbones and lips. As if she had undergone several sessions of silicone injections, making her look like one of those bimbos, who conquered by sucking cocks with those thick lips made with botox or silicone. Luna put her hands to her mouth to discover that it was not an illusion of the mirror. Her brain couldn't believe her eyes when she saw her face. Those lips felt like they had been operated on, as did her breasts, her waist, her butt. . .

Stupefied she continued to look at the rest of her body. Her breasts had grown at least 4 or 5 sizes. . . maybe more. Luna saw and felt them ridiculously large. Her hands were now small in comparison. And she couldn't resist hugging them. The corset had squeezed her waist to the max, now it had shrunk another 6". Also Luna's hips had expanded and had a more rounded, wide, Brazilian samba ass-looking shape, fertile and artificially large. Her legs seemed slightly longer than normal, but clearly more slender, perfect, seductive.

Then she looked into her eyes. . . they were all that remained of the young woman who had transformed into Luna. From the depths of her perverted mind she heard what she had repeated to herself over and over again last night. But now the changes that made her feel complete had taken place. "You are Luna now !" and "You are Luna !" And the more she kept repeating it in her head, the more she wanted to hear it.

"I LOVE IT!" she said to herself, even though she had always hated artificial and operated women. . .

"Now this is my body. . . hmmmm. . . Now, yes, I am Luna. Oh gods, but look what for a body, sculpted for sex. . . Hmmmm, but how horny I am. . . look at me, I am so. . . so. . . so. . . My tits are so big. . . and my ass. . . Ooh! It’s so big and round. . . everything is. . . body parts are. . . artificial. . . Fuck, I even feel like I can feel the implants inside me. . . It could only be better, if it was real."

Her own reflection made her so horny that she couldn't help kissing her reflection to feel how spongy his lips were. And the very moment her lips touched the glass, she noticed that they felt the same as it did when she caressed her pussy lips. And to make sure they really did, she continued to kiss her reflection like a narcissist, while one hand began to rub between her even thicker operated lips of her crotch.

"These lips. . . they are so spongy," she thought feeling the pressure of them against the glass and realizing that her way of thinking now was totally antagonistic to her original self. "And they feel like my pussy. . . how I wish I could taste them sucking a (real) cock and lick every last drop of cum from them with my tongue. . ."

Suddenly the smartphone buzzed, interrupting her. She went to where it was lying on the floor next to Evelin's clothes. She pushed the regular clothes aside with distaste, wondering how come she hadn't discovered Lascivia earlier. Looking at the smartphone screen she saw that she had several messages.

There was one message that was from Alex's best friend, a co-worker named Surya. A geek of anime movies, the occult and other blasphemous things. A Person whom she neither wanted to talk to or was prepared to read anything from. Evelin had always hated this weirdo friend of Alex. To Evelin he was a pervert and always made fun of her faith.

Another message was from her friend who was throwing the party, asking her to arrive two hours early to help her with her costume.

And the last message was from her boyfriend Alex, telling her that he was looking forward to seeing her in her costume and asking to send him a picture.

Luna pretended not to have read the message, looked at her clock and realized that she had to leave for Evelin's friend's house if she wanted to be there on time. So she opened the app for cabs in the city, requested one in Luna's name, and then went to get her purse, where she only put the house keys and her wallet with her credit card to pay for the cab. She was going to tuck her hood with the neck-brace into the handbag to put it on later, so as not to draw too much attention to herself.


Part 10

But then she let the sensation of the suit's relentless embrace wash over her. How the fabric squeezed her breasts tightly, how the analplug was buried deep in her ass by the fabric. How it wrapped around her legs, how it clearly marked her cameltoe. The chafing of the tight fabric, caressing her with every step and every movement. She wanted to feel that on her head too.

Luna put down her purse, took off her wig and grabbed the hood by the opening, and started pushing her head into the last piece of her costume. But suddenly she stopped, realising she had forgotten something. She went to the box, grabbed two bottles of the concentrated slime "Essence of Lust" and poured them into the hood. Then she tried again to put on the hood. It gave way with some resistance, but quickly she had her head completely enclosed by the hood which began to tighten immediately around it.

At the same time, no sooner than had she covered her head with the hood, the neckcorset connected with it began to tighten around her neck. Under the neck-brace the hood and the suit fused into one piece, making it impossible to take them off.

Luna could smell the pure essence of the aphrodisiac. She could feel it spreading all over her head, mixing with the grease in her hair and the sweat that began to pour from her body. Her whole body was now covered by the slime. She began to feel very hot and the voice that once had sounded from deep inside her mind, she could now hear very clearly. Overpowering her.

Once again she fell to her knees, seeing animated images of herself fucking anything imaginable that had a penis float through the air. At the same time, Luna heard more clearly than ever the demeaning words of 'Slut', 'Bitch', 'Whore', 'Hooker', 'Cumslut', 'Cocksucker' and many others inside her head. And now, without any fear or doubt, Luna loved being Luna, and more so being a Hooker. Now she hated Evelin for being such a socially and politically correct woman, for having so little an open mind to be what Luna was.

She now felt how tightly the neckcorset had tightened around her neck, barely letting her breathe. Only giving her air with some difficulty, keeping her in a constant state of near suffocation. Now, Luna realized how uncomfortable it was to wear that garment around her neck. Used to being able to move her neck freely, now she could barely move it. Only a few parts of an inch to the left or right. It was difficult to stretch her head back a little and not possible to move it down.

Like the rest of the suit, the neckcorset worked the same way. Luna could free herself from that piece of the suit only when she stopped being horny, except if she removed the black metal piece that was lodged in the base of the neckcorset, with the Lascivia emblem. Then the neckcorset would remain locked until it was back in place.

And as horny as she felt, she was tempted to take off the security emblem and leave it at home. . . then she realized how dangerous that hood was. The logical and safest thing to do would have been to seal the neckcorset using the medallion and put it into her purse. But that way there was a risk of easily losing the piece and getting trapped, until she got another one. Instinctively Luna brought her hand to where the hidden zipper puller should be, now well covered by the neckcorset, impossible to reach. . .

With that hood covering her face, she looked even more perverted, like a real porn movie actress. Just like a latex sex slave. The sensation of having her head covered by that fabric became a delight. And looking at herself, Luna was sure she was going to be the most popular person at the party. . .

"I love this new body, it looks so real. . ." she said, proudly looking at herself, but her tone suddenly became a bit sad. "But. . . I wish. . . that I didn't know it was fake, or remember how I am without the suit. . ."

Then Luna stood still as if frozen, noticing that something entered through her ears and reached her brain. . . a strange sensation came over her, a sort of fog. A trickle of drool escaped her as she felt that brainwashing. That cloud that formed in her mind, displaced her Evelin memories deep into Luna's subconscious. And when Luna regained her mobility again, she realized what had happened to her.

"Huh! What was that?" she said quizzically, as she began to feel happy. "What have you done to my. . . OH! My memories! They're not that one's. . . they're mine, Luna's, I have memories of being Luna."

Only then Luna fully realized the potential of that hood, "The Domination Hood" . . . She looked at herself with a dark gleam in her eyes in the mirror once more and thought about what had made that happen to her. She looked perfect, looking like Luna, her body dominated her, she hadn't stopped feeling horny, she felt uninhibited. . . but still something was missing. . . something more twisted, more stupid. . .

"I wish. . ." she started to say, then noticing something about her hood. . . a malevolent smile formed on her operated lips. "she was more Bimbo. . . more proud, narcissistic, vain, uncontrollably nymphomaniac, insatiable, unscrupulous, lying and unfaithful, selfish, jealous, false, superficial. . . "

"And above all. . . I wish while I'm Luna that she wasn't a model. I wish I really was a Hooker. I wish I was a Hooker for being very nymphomaniacal, too. . . I wish I had a little voice that would tell me what to do and I wish, listening to that little voice would make me so uncontrollably horny, that I would need to do whatever it told me to do."

Luna began to feel the same sensation as before again, but much stronger, and this time she felt her brain melt with pleasure. Then she fell to her knees and her sex juices ran down her thighs. Involuntarily her pussy contracted, closing a little tighter. That brought her again to the brink of the abyss of the next orgasm, the fog in her mind now thickening. And then she heard the Voice for the first time clearly in her head and Luna, just hearing the Voice, she cummed with pleasure.


To be continued. . .