Looking at the mask it seamed incredibly high quality. The way it the black latex was expertly crafted into the shape of the jackal made it hard to believe it wasn’t one of there actually heads. The lines in the face made it look dangerous, but also inviting. Like if you put it on you to could become dangerous and dark.
You take a deep gulp and run around your house making sure all your windows were covered. If you were doing this, you didn’t want anyone to see you. Once all view from the outside was blocked you stand in your living room clutching the latex mask.
You bring the mask up to your head, the intoxicating sent of latex making your nose hairs curl. It was irresistible to someone like you. You stretched the opening in the mask wide and brought the black animal head down over your human one, hearing the squeaking latex as it enveloped your face. Once you straightened you let out a shuddering breath into the hollow muzzle.
The black latex Egyptian jackal mask was tight, it compressed your face to more easily fill in the ridges in the forehead. Your human ears were compressed to the side of your head and the bridge of your nose was constricted to accommodate the slanted eye holes , along with that the latex around the neck hole was compressing your wind pipe, making you pant inside the muzzle taking in the sweet taist of latex with every breath.
You knew the mask would be a lot harder to take off then put on, still at least it was on now. You look around for a mirror, but it was a lot harder to navigate your house with the eye holes being so small. Finally you made your way to the second story bathroom and saw your reflection. You looked the same, except for the black latex Anubis head on. Looking from the outside it was hard to imagine a human head in there at all. The detail was so spot on you couldn’t even tell you were a human in the mask. Still, the smell of latex was giving you a head ache, as well as the mask constricting blood flow to your brain with how tight the forehead was. And the small nose holes that were your only source of oxygen and constricting neck line made it hard to breath. It was probably best to take off the mask for your own health.
You try sticking two fingers under the seam on your neck, but had difficulty finding it. You instead tried pinching the edge to open up a hole for your fingers to slip in. But no matter how you tried you could separate your flesh from the black latex. You began to freak out. Okay, your sweat may be making the latex stick to your skin, not to worry, you just have to stop sweating so much. But that was another challenge, no matter how much you lowered the temperature the inside of the jackal mask was still an oven. And the more you tried the harder you panted.
After fanning your self, taking off your shirt, using an ice pack, and sticking your head in the freezer all proved futile efforts in removing the mask, you instead try ripping of the mask. You pulled up on the top pointed ears of the mask, but this only distorted your face and caused you a great deal of pain tugging on the latex ears. Confused you rubbed the latex pointed ears and were shocked to feel stimulation. You run your hands all over the latex mask and feel yet more stimulation. You rush upstairs to your mirror, finding it a lot easier this time now that your eyes had merged with the rim of the masks eye holes.
Inside the mirror you see your self wearing the black latex jackal mask. However now there were no traits of your former humanity in your skull. The masks also once fierce look was replaced with one of worry that was an exact copy of your’s. You feel the front of the mask and find your human mouth in the hollow space, but it was far more extended than before, it was half way to the masks mouth, and with no way to remove it, it would soon reach forever trapping you with the latex head of an Egyptian jackal.
You tried everything to take off the mask, but this only sped up the process of your mouth reaching the lips of the mask. Finally you took in a cent that wasn’t latex, your nose had reached its goal. And took in the surrounding room in greater detail. You smelt everything in your medicine cabinet, everything under the sink. Every stain in the carpet, you took it all in with enough detail it blew your mind. Then the long latex muzzle parted with very none latex teeth and a lapping red tongue. The black muzzle merged with your mouth making it your new mouth. You move your longer flatter tongue across your teeth, feeling how sharp they were, and taisting latex at the edge of your mouth on your lips.
You were still panting like a dog, but now that you could breath and not taist latex your panting slowed, taking in the detail of the world around you. You examined your features in your mirror. It looked like someone put a black dogs head on your body, you rubbed your face trying to find any trace of your old looks, but it was no use, it was completely animal, nothing human remained of your old head. It almost even looked a little femi—
Your suspicions were cut short when the latex spread down your neck onto your chest. You took off your clothes and watched it progress all over your naked body, till everything was covered in black latex, you could still feel underneath so it hadn’t merged yet.
Just then the latex tightened on your body. You let out several groans of pain and anguish as you heard your bones snap and body fat redistribute. Your groans were noticeably higher pitch since your Adam’s apple was crushed by the mask.
More of your body was compressed into a new form. The worst happened to your d*ck. It was utterly powderized by the crushing latex into nothing, but that wasn’t the end of it.
As the latex worked on your thighs and hips, making them much larger and more feminine. The black Latex wormed its way inside you, altering your male organs to the female equivalent. Your testicles became ovaries, testosterone turned to estrogen. Your shaft became a tube into a whom ready for action. You were officially no longer male.
You felt a swelling in your chest and looked down as two latex watermelons sprouted from your chest. You weren’t the best with breast sizes, but you guessed they were at least D cups. You brought a hand up to squeeze them, and heard a squeak as your hands became smaller and dainter, along with your feet. You howled in pleasure, feeling your latex milk makers getting attention while they grew in your shrinking palms. Soon one hand drifted between your legs and you played with your other new addition. A latex canine tail grew above your heart shaped ass, but you didn’t care, you were too in love with your new female body to care about any more changes. Your internal organs were still biological, it was only your skin that was latex covered, this made playing down stairs all the better, as your rubber coated fingers worked your pink inner folds like bendable mini dildos under your total control. Not all your changes were feminine. The latex also increased your muscles mass, giving you a nice six pack, toned thighs, and biceps. Nothing overly bulky, but just enough to make it clear you worked out occasionally to stay in shape.
You payed these last changes no head, as you worked your latex pussy two knuckles deep. The squeaking of your thighs as you fingered your self as adding to your arousal. Your own dog panting was also making a positive feedback loop of your own turn ons. The more you were turned on the more you panted, the more you panted the more it turned you on, the more you were turned on... etc.
Eventually everything was too much. The dog panting, the squeaking muscles, the fingers. You climaxed falling on your back as you coated the room in your sticky white fluids. You lay on your back smiling as you passed out from your first female orgasam.
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When you open your eyes...