"Sue, Jesus! What got into you?!" Aaron grunted as he thrust his cock into his girlfriend for easily the 6th or 7th time that night. Every time he would finish, Sue would be up on top of him again, for another round.
"You'll find out REAL soon!" Sue moaned as her tits flopped about, Aaron being anything but gentle at this point. Seeing Aaron blink rapidly and moan, Sue smirked. "Feeling it now?"
"Feeling wha-" Aaron asked before collapsing onto the floor.
"Aaron?" Sue asked with a yawn. "Aaron, why are you on the floor?"
"Ugh. I don't... Remember. What did we do last night?" Aaron asked as he rubbed his head. He remembered coming home and then everything went fuzzy. Groaning, he stood up and looked at the clock. "Ugh. Work."
"See you later, love..." Sue muttered before drifting back to sleep.
Sighing, Aaron went to the bathroom in his apartment to shower, catching a glimpse of an envelope on the sink as he entered. "Hm?" Aaron mumbled as he opened it, thinking it was a bill or something...
"Hey, bozo. It's me, the guy who you shagged last night. No, you don't remember it. To make a long story short, I awakened your powers. You're a Skin Hopper. As long as a person has a hole, you can enter it, turning them into a skinsuit thing and take them over when your head reaches theirs. Oh, and you can adapt them based on who's inside. You, another person you entered as, you name it. Be careful though, you can't mess with their heads, so use stealth. And if they're fast, they can yank ya out. But once you're in, they're out cold." The letter inside the envelope read. "P.S. You won't be seeing me again, I left your girl alone. Gotta head to Birmingham next."
"What the fuck?" Aaron muttered as he turned the letter over. "I didn't even smoke last night..."
Trying to push the letter to the back of his mind, Aaron took his shower in silence. When he returned to the bedroom, Sue had kicked off the sheets, and was exposing herself in her sleep. Normally Aaron would cover her again, but the letter pushed itself into the front of his mind. Standing over Sue, Aaron slipped a finger into her snatch. Continuing to push further as Sue moaned in her sleep, Aaron knew instinctively that he could go further.
Sue was loud during the process, probably because her 5'10" boyfriend was entering her as she slept. It was alarming at first for Aaron, but as his last toe entered, it all felt natural. He simply kept moving, until he opened his eyes.
"Holy shit!" Aaron shouted before grasping his throat. "Sue..." Aaron muttered as he tried clearing his throat. "Aaron, I hate pork pies. And I want to wear clothes when I sleep." Aaron said, knowing Sue would never say that. "I'll let you sleep, I guess." Aaron said before leaving the way he came out.
Standing over Sue once more, Aaron realized his towel hadn't followed him in. Maybe if he focused, it would? Well, he didn't have time to test it on Sue. He had to be at Wilko in five minutes!
Twenty Minutes Later
"Sorry! Sorry!" Aaron gasped as he bent over. "Tire. Fixed."
"What excuse is that?!" Liz bellowed as she tapped her clipboard.
"It's actually true." Jodie said as she waddled up. "Thanks for running ahead, Aaron."
"No. Problem. Thanks. For. Ride."
"Aaron was running to work, and saw I had a flat. He helped me change it, that's why he's late." Jodie said with a grin. "Although he probably wouldn't have made it anyway."
Sighing, Liz rolled her eyes. "Fine. I won't count it. Having manners isn't a crime."
"Thanks!" Aaron said, having finally caught his breath. "And I'm a fucking gentleman!"
"When pretty women are involved." Liz said with a smirk. "And language, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah..." Aaron grumbled as Liz and Jodie walked away. Looking at his hand, Aaron formed it into a fist as he remembered his new powers. He'd have to use them today at work, of course...
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