“Put this on, i’ll be back in a bit,” says Jack handing you a pink mask from the box, before exiting the room and going upstairs. Alone, you look down at the mask, a pink pig mask, covered in fine hairs. You take one whiff of it and gag, it stinks like a fucking pig pen. You hesitate for a second but then glance at the stairs, touching yourself, your cock already dripping with pre, knowing your slovenly friend will be back down to fuck your brains out in just a bit. You pull the mask over your head and rush over to the nearby mirror to fix it.
You manage to line up the eye holes with your own eyes, the mask fits over your head perfectly and the stink isn’t as bad once you’re in it. You feel your face begin to tingle beneath the mask and it feels nice, arousing you. Your mind begins to fog to the point when the mask begins to articulate like your actual face, the mouth of the pig opening, the loud snorts that escape your porcine snout as you stroke your rapidly hardening cock through your jeans, you don’t even question it. You lift your shirt over your head and toss it off to the side, revealing two rows of nipples running down your similarly pink belly.
“You look so fucking hot,” says a voice behind you as a gloved hand grips your shoulder. You turn around to see Jack, naked only wearing a pair of boots, rubber gloves and giant black horse dildo over his cock, somehow still dripping pre all over his dusty, unswept floors. He pulls you in, pressing you up against the wall with his fat belly, planting his lips on your wet porcine snout, to which you gladly reciprocate. He pulls away for a moment, “Don’t worry bitch, you’re not done yet. When I’m done with you, you’re gonna be the fattest fucking pig anyone’s ever seen and no one will ever be able to recognize your ass again.”