A gift that keeps on giving.

 

 

 It's been a minute. 

This is at once a contest entry, as well as an experiment of a sort. 

From The Desk of Tiffany Pride.

presented by Rosie Nat.

Hollie. No, Henry, sometimes the name got blurry, it was easy for that to happen as he-she laid in her bed in the flat rubbing her pussy every time she could in between blown puffs off a blunt from the stash of the man who made her.

Though "made" was a bit of a loaded term.

Henry had created the suit using a combination of DNA snagged off used clothing from a fashion store, fragments of finger nail from a salon, bits of femininity stolen in odd and peculiar spaces that no one would miss, things never considered to be missing because they were simply just lost to the cost of living.

Hollie understood that her personality was some sort of side effect; a trick of Henry's mind subjected to a bombardment of womanly hormones and the voyeuristic rush of being some sort of intrusive presence in girly spaces.

She remembered those moments when the suit, her body, was first pulled out of the chemicals that bubbled and roiled in the shared bathroom of Henry's flat, smooth, subble, free of blemish.

Hollie didn't remember where Henry had found the idea for her, an occasional boundary between his and her consciousness.

But he did remember the way his erection raged against the initial restraint of the softness inside the skin that he'd synthesized.

Hollie rubbed her tits, relishing in the way she shivered while gently trying to massage away the nervous feeling of doing something wrong.

of course, the snag in all of this was she couldn't go anywhere, not with Mark being a damper on the whole thing

"You don't have an ID and with tits lke that?!" Hollie remembered him gesturing with both hands. She giggled in response seeming to take it more like a compliment than anything else.

Even Henry was a little annoyed. Though his opinions were being spoken less and less as the days went on.

Henry would go out to work, come home strip down and haggardly climb inside her, letting the relaxing empty sensation of being sex on legs take away everything.

And like every other night she simply relaxed,lazing around a finger curled in her cunt as she masturbated the boredom out of her head.

Though she would occasionally feel that spike of jealous of Mark. a bit angry that he was the one of the two of them to get to go outside and live a life, it was of course completely lost on her that Henry was also able to leave the apartment when he wasn't her, all she knew was a contempt that sizzled in the back of her mind...somehow making her all the more horny.

She'd been dm'ing people on some horny porn site. the name unimportant as the tit and dick pics she was receiving that always had her body buzzing with a hunger that her fingers worked to satisfy.

Though tonight that jealous of Mark burned a little hotter in her craving cunt that night.

If there was a way to get him to get it he'd be more willing to let Holly out to play when he went out.

She let out a moan that echoed through the bedroom and past the wooden doorway a moment as her finger felt something catch on the extended and somewhat curled nail.

Slowly her fingers worked deeper to gently coax that sensation again. This time the nail catching much more as she tugged-a hand seemed to grip on to her own.

There was a moment Hollie lay there with legs spread with a limp human arm hanging out from the folds of her pussy, her eyes wide with confusion. It was here she realized just how limited her understanding of things were compared to her host.

She gently continued to work the new hand, then arm, out of her the alien sensation causing such a strong sort of "anti-penetration" that made her moan out loud with pleasure at the way her insides clenched around it eager to hold tight with every inch jostled loose

And then soon her orgasm came, the feeling of feminine toes grazing her clit with a gently almost sentient teasing feeling as the last of the hollow woman fell out of her.

Somewhere the academic curiosity of Henry peaked, feeling a deep confusing and excitement at the thought as Hollie's voice echoed his own thoughts. "Did we just reproduce?!"

And then, a cunningness that had been dormant in Hollie's mind throbbed with a deviousness.

"Oh mark?~"

***

Mark washed the dishes, having done his best to keep his mind centered and his libido calmed so he could spite of the howling bitch his flatmate had turned himself into. He'd very quickly started hating her; she didnt' seem to sleep, endlessly moaning and filling the air with the smell of cheap perfume and sex that had him constantly spraying air freshener so he could breath, walking around naked advertising her sluttiness to an audience of one.

He didn't know how Henry had made that suit, or even why, but he was getting this close to filing with the land lord to have the lease turned over fully to him so he could get Henry and Hollie out of his hair forever. even if he missed his friend the shift in the way things had been was souring the whole relationship.

"Oh Mark?~" The voice that reminded him of a snake caused a shiver to slide upward along his back restricting his shoulders in anticipation for any type of inconvenience.

"What do you want Hollie?" he refused to look at her as he kept his eye firmly staring out the window of their apartment, only seeing the outline of what his flatmate had became

The pout in her voice was strong "oh Markie, c'mon. I'm not gonna bite, I have a gift for you."

He should have just walked away. There was a whole second doorway out of the kitchen, so why did he turn to look at her?

Standing at the doorway that led to Henry's room was Hollie, holding a suit that was what looked like her, held gently between thumb and fingers and draped downward with a mouth that hung agape and eyes that were empty in their gaze greeted him.

"Jesus fucking christ, what the fuck is that thing?"

"your gift silly."

"oh no..I don't want that shit near me. you got Henry, that's enough for me."

"oh is it?" her shoulders drooped in frustration "Maaaark, you're so boring, and I need out...and you need to spice things up for you, imagine how this will help your relationship with Tina"

There was a back and forth argument that went nowhere. Mark was firm...that is until somewhere Hollie broke the distance between them and had her hand on his dick.

It was instant. Mark has been living with this woman in his house for weeks now, hearing her jill off at all hours of the day, the sound of the bed smacking the wall and the scent of her pussy made his head spin, and now..the contact.

it didn't take long before the combination of her soft strokes and his unspoken desire overtook him and she giggled as his cum coated her bare tits. "ooh good boy~"

before Mark knew what was happening his pants had been tossed aside and his feet gently pulled into the back of the suit, his skin covered in goosebum[ps as he hazily watched the red head he was being fed into slowly overtake him.

***

At the center of a club was Hollie and her new bestie Maine, both of them knocking back shots and smoking cigarettes and whatever substances people would feed them, their stamina and tolerance supernaturally potent, pheremones wafting through the room as their lips locked with anyone brave enough to show them attention.

Hollie grinned and licked at Maine's neck, and up along her jawline.

Thinking about the way Henry had slowly faded along into a submissive host she couldn't wait to see what she could do with Maine and Mark..and maybe, if her 'daughter' could, they make more suits, and produce a large sinful family

 

----

 

I've been out of it a bit. But more over I've been struggling thinking of ways to make myself stand out amongst the fabulous erotica writers that I run with. This particular conundrum was paired with the notion that I need to "change" something. what? I didn't know. 

 until a name kept showing up in other erotic works I've read. 

So for a little while I'm going to attempt to work on this 'partnership' of a sort. 

everyone meet Tiffany Pride, an alternate persona I'm going to try out when it comes to writing for a while. Tiffany wants to write more rough and harder edged erotica for the time being. So we'll see how she fares with all of you.