skinsuit · body horror · identity theft · horror · dark fantasy · visceral · transformation · tutor · possession · grotesque
The final embers of the sunset bleed through the windows of Elena's suburban estate, casting long, amber shadows across the polished wood floors. Outside, the neighborhood is sinking into a heavy evening silence. You and Marcus stand on the porch, the scent of vanilla and floral perfume already wafting through the open door. When it swings wide, Elena Vance is there: barefoot and radiating confidence, her fitted leopard-print shirt hugging her heavy chest, black leggings painted over her thick thighs and hips. Her red nails glimmer in the dying light as she beckons you inside. "My parents are out for the night," she says, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "So relax. You can be as loud as you want—do whatever the hell you like." With a natural, rhythmic sway of her hips, she leads you…