Bodysuit: Skin Maketh Man
A Case of SCP-5091: Sir Skeleton
In New York, you can be a new man—that was what my father told me before departing on the Midnight Train a long time ago. I didn’t understand him at first, didn’t know what a ‘New York’ was, all I knew was my home Nevermeant just outside of Alagadda. But after his disappearance, I’ve heard tall tales of men with skin, flesh, and organs vastly different from us bones. This ‘New York’ had been the subject of my father’s desire, so it wasn’t out of the question that he took the train towards that place.
It had been more than a century ago, but I distinctly remember how my father longed to be a man of flesh—he’d read from the scriptures how we once had bodies of flesh too, before being casted off to Nevermeant with the Sarkics, but there was a way to regain our bodies and that is to wear another being’s. I casted it off as yet another fairytale of the Alagaddians, it seemed bizarre, nonsensical, yet the Sarkics talked of the ‘other world’ like it was paradise.
I didn’t understand it at that time, but after crossing this world, I finally understood my father.
I’ve been here in New York for more than an entire year now, there were no signs of my father, but I couldn’t care less. I’ve learned the art of stealing another person’s skin rather quickly, and every single ‘skinsuit’ I’ve taken has been very accepting. I’ve changed bodies over the course of the year though; whenever I see a flesh I desire, I just wait for the right time to steal it.
This one, for example. We met at a bar downtown, back when I was wearing Thomas. His name is George, and I’ve been wearing him for nearly a month now. His skin has served me well since, not only was he the conventionally attractive male, but he was so far the best among the men I’ve picked.
Here’s the thing with the bodies I’ve used, I only pick the men for three reasons: One, is that despite not having any genitalia in my real form, I have always been referred to as ‘Sir’ like my father. Two, there really is just something that attracts me to human males—their form is enticing both for me to wear and generally enjoy gazing at.
And third, well, there’s something about the appendage they call the ‘penis’, or vulgarly as ‘cock’, that fills me with an inexplicable amount of pleasure that I have never experienced in my nearly one millennia of existence in the Nevermeant. It was a strange feeling—the mere act of pleasuring oneself had never occurred to me until the second human that I wore, Lex.
The first human whose skin I occupied was on impulse. I felt bare as soon as I disembarked from the train and found myself pulling his body away into a skinsuit, leaving him bare bones as I wore his skin. It didn’t even last me a full day when I saw Lex—I remember stripping the skinsuit off myself as fast as I could, before ambushing Lex from behind and knocking him out.
As soon as I did, I had stripped him out of his clothes, and did the same process of pulling his skin, flesh, and organs clean for myself. I remember the excitement I felt as soon as I slipped inside him, and more so once I wore him. That was the first time I had experienced a ‘boner’.
I remember how obscene yet exhilarating it was when I did it out in the open, behind a vehicle parked in an alley. My new appendage was stiff as a rod at that point, and although I couldn’t access the memories of the real owners of the bodies I use, I had the overwhelming urge to grasp it, and stroke it in a manner that was both familiar and at the same time unfamiliar to me. I was rewarded by immense pleasure, once I reached the point of sweet release. At that point, I had decided to only use male bodies.
Back to the present time, George had already served his purpose to me. Some bodies last shorter, a couple have lasted me months, but I felt like it was time to retire this skinsuit and look for a new one that I hope I could use for months. And where else is the best place to look for them, but in the gym?
Over time, I learned how to either fake identities, or try my best to act as if I was the person I was wearing—though the latter takes some time since I need to get to know them well first. The same case was with George, though I feel like trying on a new body and creating a new identity this time.
Visiting the gym was like going to a clothing store, at least for me. There’s so much skin to pick from and wear, and I could already feel life stirring inside my pants yet again at the idea. George frequented this one gym that had just the type of men that I go for, and it was around the most bustling gyms near me too.
As soon as I strode in, I skipped the locker room. I carried nothing but myself in, and went straight to where the men worked out. I was hit by the smell of musk and sweat filling the entire place the instant I stepped in, and I licked my lips hungrily, already eyeing a few men. I went straight towards the end of the room where I had a good vantage point. Once I had settled there, I started warming up and stretching whilst looking around, surveying the room with a sweeping gaze.
To my left, were what seemed like a group of friends about George’s age. I could opt for them too, but I decided I wanted to get someone a little older. As soon as my eyes left them, I spotted someone walking in towards the locker room. It was a huge guy, and a grin crept up my mouth as soon as I saw him enter.
I decided to follow him, weaving past a couple of other gym-goers who had been eyeing me as soon as I walked in. I winked at them and gave them a smirk, before going my way—which was probably the last time I’ll ever get to do so in George’s skin.
The locker room was nearly empty, besides the man unpacking his duffel bag on the bench. He was too busy sorting through his things that he didn’t even notice me slowly making my way towards him.
He was a little taller than me, much bulkier, and actually a little more attractive than George. I could see sweat glistening on his black hair which was damp with sweat and he’d already stripped his shirt off, hand going forward to reach for the dark gray top that laid on the bench. He might have gone on a jog prior on the way here, and he had his airpods on, still unaware of my presence.
I positioned myself quietly behind him as he started to push his head inside his top. I quickly slipped off George’s skin, letting it slump beneath me as I revealed my true form: a walking skeleton.
I reached forward, my bony hands finding their way towards the man’s hair, and the other onto his nape. He gasps once I grabbed his hair, and then yanked it back as I did with the skin on his nape. He was tight, much to my glee, as I slowly yanked skin and flesh off of him. Like I did earlier, his skin and flesh slipped off his bone frame quickly, dropping onto the ground in a pile as I held in my hand a perfect skinsuit that looked like a deflated version of the man while his sweatpants slipped off.
Like a person would with a brand new coat, I immediately stretched the skinsuit’s mouth open enough to accommodate me. It was a little heavy, mostly because of this man’s muscle mass, but I found it a little easy to squeeze in.
Part by part, I aligned myself in, hearing a satisfying pop and a barrage of sensations the moment I fit the right limbs together. My new member immediately sprang to action once I had my lower torso fitted in, I found myself already very eager as I finally wore my new arms like a glove. The suit’s head was still hanging on my neck, but I couldn’t resist the urge to bring my new large palms on the tip of my rod, massaging it, and eliciting the wondrous primal feeling of pleasure that I always looked forward to.
Before getting too ahead of myself, I pulled the suit over my head, fitting my face into my new one. Once it was on, I cracked my neck to the side, and cleared my throat to prepare my new voice. Once everything was set, I looked around the shower room, noted the emptiness, and set to work. If I make it quick, I could go for a round before anyone finds me.
And I did, it was yet another great experience. I was now even more hung than George was, and I quickly discarded the piles by stuffing it into one of the old unused lockers. I straddled out of the locker room in my new skin, with the dark gray top, and my member still slightly stiff. I relished my new form, and found myself lifting up my top a little, teasingly, as I snapped a photo.
I grinned at the image, before posting it on this man’s socials. Apparently, his name was Roy. Good name, but I feel like I could go for something else much fitting in this form. Feeling myself getting hot and hard again, I decided to hit the weights across the room, just to test out how much stronger my new body is.
Picking up one of the heaviest wasn’t too much of an issue though, but it was at that moment that I saw someone bench pressing that I felt myself staring. He was just as huge as I was, the same age, but he sported a more boyish look especially with his short chestnut hair. I glanced at myself in the huge mirrors momentarily, hesitating.
Roy’s body is great, but something inside me was gravitating towards the other guy. It was only when he finished doing his reps and walked away from the bench press that I could see a bulge, an outline of something beneath the shorts he wore.
I found myself dropping the equipment I was holding, and then slowly followed him on his way to the restroom. He was on his phone, so like Roy a while ago, he was a little preoccupied. It was my chance, it was an itch that needed scratching and the urge wouldn’t stop until I'd gotten the chance to wear him too.
He didn’t even notice me enter the restroom, even if it weren’t that big—he was too busy taking boastful selfies in the mirror, doing various poses and flexing his body for whoever was on the other line. I smirked, and walked closer to him while he was busy typing away.
“Looking good, man!” I told him with a tap on his shoulder, snapping him out as he whips around to face me.
“Huh? Oh, thanks—” He starts, spinning around to face me as I quickly ripped Roy’s skinsuit off of my body. The man opened his mouth to scream, but I was a little faster, already yanking his skeleton out of him.
As soon as I held the skinsuit, I locked the door, and quickly worked to slip myself inside him. He weighed nearly the same as Roy, but his insides were much warmer and tighter, so every limb I slipped in gave an even more satisfying pop. I was already rock hard at that point, he was a little girthier than Roy was, though I had to hold it off.
To playfully mock the previous owner of this skin, I briefly put his underwear and shorts back on, and recalled one of his poses earlier, before proceeding to take the same selfie myself.
This guy’s name was Robin, and he had been sending his selfies to his girlfriend. I grimaced at the thought, but rolled my eyes regardless, and turned to tend to my new member already rubbing against the cloth of my shorts. I started to massage it, letting myself moan loudly with my new deep baritone voice, when I heard a banging sound, followed by a swear.
I whipped around, searching for the source of the noise, and found a shadow shifting under one of the stalls. There was someone else in the room, and they might just have witnessed what happened.
I haven’t had the unfortunate incident of anyone seeing me bare bones other than my soon-to-be skinsuits, nor has anyone caught me wearing one, but it seemed as if this one had—and even if he didn’t he’d see the discarded pile of Roy’s flesh and Robin’s bone pile, and assume a crime.
“Is someone there?” I ask, before slowly tip-toeing my way towards the middle stall. There were no more movements, but I was sure the person was here. I mentally slapped my forehead for not thinking to check the stalls before I took Robin. “Hey, are you—”
I was mere inches away from the stall, when its door flew open and pushed hard against me, sending me stumbling back. I felt myself left foot step on something soft, yet slimy, and I was already slipping onto the ground when I caught on.
The man had escaped the stall, and was looking at me and the pile of flesh and bones scattered around me. “What the fuck?” I hear him say, my body screaming in pain as I felt a tear on the back of my skinsuit. Great, it’s been damaged before I could enjoy it.
“I’m out of here.” The man says with a shaky voice, turning towards the door. He was going to escape, and tell people, and they’d find me here. I can’t let that happen.
“No!” I say, quickly slipping out of the Robin skin by tearing through the hole. The man freezes and almost stumbles back in fear, and I took the opportunity to lunge at him. His eyes grew wide a second too late, and I was already onto him. I thrust my hand inside his mouth, the other on his hair, and took him out.
I sighed in frustration, holding his skin up with one hand before staring at the ruined Robin one. I could, of course, opt to get the Roy suit back, but staring at it now, it didn’t look too good either. Since I had stepped on it, I’m sure I might have damaged the insides too.
Not wanting to stay bare for long, I slipped the new suit on begrudgingly. The suit was a little tighter, much to my surprise. I didn’t get much of a good look on this man, but I slipped into his skin perfectly, like it was cut and made specifically for me. It felt the most different so far, both weird, and arousing.
Once I had the entire suit on, I stared at myself in the mirror on the other side of the room. I was much scruffier, in fact, than anyone I’ve ever put on with hair growing on my chest and a beard. I was a little less bulkier than Roy and Robin, yet still felt just as strong and tight, and actually a little more chiseled. I felt the all too familiar urge to feel pleasure, even more so when I tried to suppress it by putting my shorts back on.
I must say, though—I still look good. Maybe it was high time for me to use something a little different, like this guy’s body this time.
I grinned at myself, shrugging, before taking more pictures and eventually, letting loose my tool and resuming what I was supposed to do in Robin’s. I grinned, staring at my new bare body in the mirror, before working on it. Pleasure washed over me at the touch, with both mine and the body’s pent up desire for release, it might just have been even more intense than when I did it with Roy earlier.
I was smeared with my new essence once I was finished, but after handling the piles of flesh and bones around me, I decided to not clean up and let the people stare at the drying globs of white on my beard and chest.
I certainly don’t mind them staring now.
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That must have been the bravest, most vulgar thing I’ve done. I could still remember the stares, the many uncomfortable shifting and pulling at their shirts and pants. That was fun, and not regrettable at all.
And now, it has been nearly four months since I found this body, the longest I’ve had, so far. I must say, it’s really serving and suiting me well. I’ve opted to keep his name, Santiago, and have long since flew back to Europe, where he belonged. New York had been fun, but I guess it was time for me to find a greener pasture, especially with a new body and identity such as this.
And while I can’t say for certain how long I’ll stay as Santiago, or if I’ll decide to stay like this until this flesh grows too weary, what I can say is that it’s been fun so far. And before that time eventually comes, I’m going to be enjoying the heck out of it, that’s for sure.