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Latex zebra mask merge transformation.

added by No One 4 years ago A BM O Equine

It was a zebra mask. And looking at it, it appears to be pretty high quality. The detail was so good it looked like some decapitated a zebra and deflated the skin, except it was made entirely out of latex. You bring the mask up to your face. The smell of latex drawing you in to wear the mask. The mask wasn’t painted, the black and white latex were merged in the mold mirroring each other on both sides of the head. The only part not made out of latex was the black and white striped main, however even that looked like it was molded along with the mask.

You hear it calling. Begging to be put on. Were you going to do what the mask wants?

You don’t see why not and open up the mask to put it on. The smell of latex making your nose hairs curl. It was utterly intoxicating to someone like you. You slip the mask on taking in the sent of black and white latex all around you. Your ears were crushed to the side of your head, and your forehead was compressed by the top of the zebras face. The zebra eyes were fake molded, the only way to see out of the mask was through the nose holes at the end of the muzzle in front of your face, and that proved difficult to see through, as if the mask wasn’t ment to be worn. Still, it was on your head and you were curious how you looked.

Navigating your house through the thin nose slits of the mask proved difficult. Still, you didn’t want to take of the latex zebra mask till you saw how you looked, even if you bumped into a few corners and end tables and had to feel your way upstairs. You finally reach the bathroom were the mirror was located and stair into your reflection. Your body was exactly the same except for the latex zebra head. It blended perfectly with your skin. Still your breaths were heating up the mask and it was probably best to take it off before your sweat makes the mask stick to your skin.

You try pulling the mask off but only succeeded in distorting the face and injuring your self. Great. Your sweat stuck it to your skin, but that wasn’t all, tugging on the mask you felt pain in your ears were there should have just been hollow latex.

You bring a hand up to one of the ears on your head and rub it, you hear a deafening squeaking and are shocked to feel stimulation from the mask.

This was getting too freaky for you, you try pulling off the mask even harder, but only heart your self more. You try sticking your fingers underneath the seam of the mask but can’t find were white and black striped latex meets flesh. This confirms your worst fear. The mask wasn’t just stuck on you. It was BECOMING ONE WITH YOU.

You pull harder and harder letting out pained cries for help, but the latex was firmly attached to your head, and sticking to more and more of your skin as you pulled on it. Finally you give up and resign your self to your fate having a latex zebra head.

As if sensing your submission, the mask doubles its efforts. You feel your face stretch out before you to fill the muzzle. Your human skull flowing into the hollow equine features of the mask. Your eyes are pressed again the roof of the mask, you close your eyes and opened them revealing nothing but darkness. You open them a second time and see the world outside the mask, however your perspective is set in two different directions. It doesn’t take you long to figure out the cartoon zebra eyes on the outside of the mask are now your eyes. You try to get use to the new perspective but have a-lot of difficulty working your brain around it. You feel your jaw extending the full length of the muzzle, till it reaches the end of the mask and fills in the void like no human head could. The sent, and taist of latex grows its strongest as your mouth and nose are pressed against the edge of the mask, then they dissipate and for the first time in a while you smell something besides latex. The large black nostrils that one served as your only view outside your now permanent mask take in the world around you in better 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 flat they were, and taisting latex at the edge of your mouth on your lips.

You felt a tingling at the top of your spine, and feel as the plastic mane merges with your skull, digging the false Mohawk roots into your now equine skull.

The changes were now completed, the mask was now your new head. There was no way to hide it in public.

You let out a very horse like sigh and rub your head, feeling stimulation through the latex.

“At least thighs can’t get worse.” You mumble to your self not sure why you said that when things can always get worse...


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