The Transformation - Part I

While I am "pondering" my next story (which involves some rather special prison guards, a small-town chief of police and an illusionist), my good buddy MaskedFreak offered to "guest blog" a story for me ... What a guy!

As a sneak peek, here's one of the pics from the shoot that may be used in the story:


Like me, MaskedFreak is a mask aficionado and has produced quite an unsettling and very erotic story. It is rather long, so I've separated it into three parts. Please leave your comments (anonymously or not!) and let both of us know how you like it!

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Beginnings

I thought it was over. I thought my childhood fascination with masks was done. I thought by growing up I would grow out of my lust to be someone or something else… but I was wrong …very wrong. As I got older, the craving subsided and I packed my mask collection away; but with every location I moved, the collection came along as if calling me to come back to them; to be them once again.

But as I told myself I was over it. I was older, wiser and my head was firmly buried in my career.

Everything was fine until a few days ago when (very innocently) it was suggested by a friend to visit YouTube.com. He is a professional stunt man specializing in pyrotechnics and he wanted to show me a video he had made of various stunts including a full body burn. It was both fascinating and terrifying to watch. Then, after he was gone and just for laughs I typed in “Halloween masks” in the search engine just to see what popped up. To my surprise, quite a few showed up and I started to watch them. To be honest, most were very corny and did not pique any interest.

Until ... there it was, a video called 'Grunting' and before my eyes was a mask that appeared to be a complete second skin; a mask that looked so real with all the facial movements that I craved for as a young teen. I was mesmerized. I watched it again and again and again. With each viewing, I was being drawn more and more to that mask. My breathing started to become labored. My cock began to swell. I had to see more! Was there more!? My childhood fantasies began to flood back into my head with a vengeance. I found another video by the same person putting an ‘Old Man’ mask on. Again, I watched it over and over. My senses were being overwhelmed. My cock now was hard as a rock. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t handle this outpouring of emotion and desire.

I wanted to transform again. I needed to transform again. Then 'they' started to call me. The callings became louder and louder; more intense…more demanding. They were saying "Come to us! We are here! We are you and you are us!"

I ran down to the storage area and starting tossing boxes around looking for those marked 'Private Stuff'. I was obsessed now. “Where are they!? Where are they!?” I kept saying to myself. I was beginning to panic when all of a sudden…there was one! I pulled it out and ripped open the top with such force that I tore the flaps off. When I stared into the carton of masks the first one I saw stared back at me. I was my favorite and the last one I ever bought when I was in my late twenties. It was a Michael Meyers mask and lying beneath it was the jump suit I bought with it. Mask and overall were perfectly preserved and looking like I never left them. They were patient; they seemed somehow know I would be back for them. I scooped them up and ran upstairs to the largest mirror in the house which is in the guest bedroom and dropped them on the bed. I started to strip; I stopped and gazed into my reflection. I stared at myself for a few seconds and saw all my features that were to be altered. I saw how heavily I was panting and the massive bulge from my briefs. I looked again at the mask and the suit. I started to think; 'I can’t be doing this again. It’s been so long. I can’t be doing this again'.

Then with a loud voice coming deep from in me I yelled "Yes I am!"

Stripping off the rest of my clothes except my briefs, I turned and ripped open the suit package and within a few seconds I had it on. I looked down at the mask and began to tremble with anticipation. I picked it and removed its protective covering and stuffing. I stared at it and the mask stared back. Daring me. I put my hand in the cavity what would engulf me, turned again toward the mirror, held up the mask and just gazed at it and me. I just stood there gazing at what I was about to obliterate and replace. My panting accelerated now. and my dick seemed to grow even more turgid. I would be gone. Michael Meyers would be there. I raised my right hand to grab one side of the mask and took my left out of the cavity. Moving it slowly and laboriously towards the top of my head it seemed an eternity. But then there the mask was lurking over my head ready to devour me and make me vanish. I started to shake a little with the anticipation. My heart was pounding and my breathing grew ragged and heavy.

Slowly... hesitantly my hands began moved the mask closer to my head. Then as the latex met the skin of my forehead, a crackling bolt of pleasure shot through me. I groaned and shut my eyes briefly reveling in that ecstasy that was surging through my body. I opened them again and saw my forehead enveloped by the mask. Slowly, exquisitely, I was disappearing. My eyes were next and as the mask forced them closed I knew when they opened again I would be gone. Darkness came over me now but I could feel the mask envelop my ears, nostrils, lips, and finally, chin. I felt the top of my head meet the uppermost reaches of the mask. I was now the mask and the mask was me. We were now one in the same! I now was gone!

I didn’t open my eyes right away. Instead I took my hands and gently moved over my new chin and lips; I felt the new shape of my nostrils and caressed my hands around the eye slits. I felt my cheeks, forehead and hair. The pleasure that was roaring through every fiber of my being was incredible!

I opened my eyes and there before me was Michael Meyers. The last vestige of my self was totally absorbed by the persona of the serial killer and the mask. I just stood there in silence. I didn’t groan or speak. I tilted my head from side to side as Meyers would do and then I erupted! It was one of the biggest ejaculations I have ever had and doing in my suit is something I’ve never done before. But it was awesome! I saw the wet spot grow and grow but I didn’t care; I loved it! I loved the look, the feel of latex on skin and the fact I was someone else. Years of denial were swept away by that silvery explosion!

What had happened in the past was that I would mask for a few minutes and then take it off. This time was different. I wanted to stay masked. I wanted to stay this other creature. And I did.

I turned from the mirror, went over to the computer and before me was still the video ‘Grunting’. I lost track of how many times it replayed. That tight fit, those naturally moving facial expressions and the type of creature I really could exist as being part of me. I needed to find out where I could buy one. I began to search through the comments and still found nothing until I came across a reference to spfx.com. I typed in the address and there before my eyes (though limited by the mask) I came face to face with a zombie, a vampire and the old man from the video! I went through the entire site learning anything and everything I could about them. I was fascinated and decided I wanted one of them … no … two of them. I went to order page for the vampire and the old man masks and even though logically they were 'expensive' to me, I ordered them. I had to have them. The mask I was wearing was telling me we needed 'fresh blood'. It was now a waiting game and could hardly wait for the boxes to arrive.

Being masked is an incredible feeling. I don’t know where all this is going to lead. Is a complete, total and irreversible transformation even possible?

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Old Man

It has been just over two weeks since I rediscovered my addiction for latex masks. Since the time I placed the order for two masks, I have been waiting patiently for the "Old Man" and the "Vampire" to arrive. I really wasn’t sure what to expect except from some of the pictures, the videos I’ve seen, and what I had read. As time progressed, my feverish enthusiasm seemed to wane and I actually began to have second thoughts about my order. I even considered canceling them.

I was told by the company that it would take four weeks to deliver. This wasn’t that surprising to me because of some prior experiences with other mask makers and that this maker’s time frame was within reason.

Today started out like any other day. Up early, lots of caffeine, read emails and then out to a meeting. I worked from home most days and spent a lot of time on my computer. When I came back from my meeting, it was late morning. The mail had arrived which I tended to right away as my normal practice. Then back onto the computer to do some more research client prospecting and some writing. The door bell rang, "Damnit!" I muttered to myself. I got to the door and no one was there. Peering around my front porch, lo and behold just sitting off to my right were two cartons. Even without looking at the labels, I knew exactly where they came from. I scooped up the boxes then closing the front door, tore upstairs. Work for the day was now done!

After reaching the second storey of my house, I put the boxes on the floor and went for a cutting tool. I slit open the top of the first box and there before me was a Styrofoam bust and the mask of a "Vampire". I picked it out of the box and immediately felt how different this mask was. It was limp, pliable and far heavier than what I was used to with my other masks. It felt cool. Being so flexible, I knew that this mask was going to be an entirely different and exhilarating experience for me. I became very excited. I put the "Vampire" mask on its bust remembering the video for the maker’s web site as to how to do it. I took it into the guest room and placed on the dresser. I wasn’t going to put that on yet as I had 'plans' for it. When I turned to go back into the other room, I thought I could hear a faint whispering in my ear, "I await. Your time is coming. You know you want this." Very odd but I shook it off and went to the package.

I proceeded to slide the cutter across the tape seam of the other box. There was really no surprise here, I thought, because the suspense of which mask was going to appear first was gone. Again there was the Styrofoam head and the mask of the "Old Man" was lying beside it. Like with the "Vampire", the "Old Man" was limp, flexible and heavier than what I was used to. "This is going to be great. A completely new experience", I was thinking. I put it on its bust and placed it next to the "Vampire".

Before I tried either of my new 'boys' on, and had some fun, I needed to do a couple of things around the house and ... I needed to eat. "Only then" I said firmly to myself, even though all sorts of fun thoughts were running amok in my head, as well as my pants. I decided a little self denial and discipline would just heighten the experience. Oh, the feeling of tension and anticipation can be almost as delicious as the actual act!

Chores and lunch completed, I again scurried up stairs. "Now for some fun!" was racing through my mind. I looked at both masks. I knew I wanted to try the' Old Man' first because it was most human looking. I’ve never had a mask of that type of character in the past. My heart started to pound and my breathing became much deeper as I stared at them and they stared blankly back at me. I was getting so excited, I nearly ripped my shirt off. There standing in front of the mirror, bare chested with my chest hair making me look like a woolly beast, I removed my large gauge plugs from my ears and took off my glasses.

I stared at the 'Old Man'. I stared at the eye sockets now blank anticipating that my eyes would soon fill them. I stared at the open mouth fantasizing how soon my lips would control his movement. I removed the mask from its white blank bust form. I put it up next to my face and looked at the now limp face of the 'Old Man' now in my hand. I looked at me. I was panting heavier now and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. My penis was swelling as blood was being pumped into it. I put both hands in the head cavity, stretched both the cheeks; spun around away from the mirror, lifted the mask over my head, closed my eyes and…

… Plunged my head into the mask that would be my new face! The feeling of the silicone latex against my skin was like nothing I had ever felt before. From the top of my head down, every line, every crevasse, every pore was being filled and absorbed by the mask. As I removed my hands from inside the cheeks the feeling of total envelopment continued down around my nose, cheeks, chin and neck, and when my hands were out, a rush of pleasure just about overwhelmed me. I rubbed my hands over the new face that was now mine. I still didn’t open my eyes while I made some quick adjustments. I could feel my lips being part of the masks lips and as I moved my jaw I could feel the mask move with me. More pleasure rocketed down my spine to my cock. There was no air between my skin and the masks skin. We were one. I opened my eyes and to my astonishment even though I knew I was peering out of the masks eye sockets, I could not see the rims of those sockets. I was looking out as if there was no mask at all! Never had this happened before with any other mask I owned. I felt so comfortable with it on. The mask felt so natural.

I put my shirt back on still not facing the mirror. I then turned slowly back around to the mirror and there before me was another human. Although my tattooed arms told me one thing, my face told me something quite different. I was transformed. I gaped opened my mouth to see the mask move with me in unison. I grinned and so did the mask. I said something I don’t remember and the mask moved with me. From the neck to the top of my head, from the tip of my nose to the back of my head, there were no spaces just total and complete envelopment. The fit was perfect. It was as if my human self was transformed to someone old and different…a complete new persona. I could feel this new being come out; someone totally opposite from myself; cranky, feeble and somewhat nasty, not the human personality I was born with. This was so close to my goal … total, complete and irreversible transformation.

By this time my cock was rock hard and it seemed ready to burst. I groaned, turned and hurried into the bathroom. What was strange was that I didn’t move quickly, I moved in measured steps as if I needed a cane. I was really feeling quite old. I peered into the bathroom mirror and got an even closer look at who I was now. The pressure in my penis continued to build to the point to both ecstasy and agony. I winced and the mask winced with me. Finally, I whipped my dick out from my jeans…no massaging was necessary….I just came. I felt as if my spine was cracking. Cum spewed everywhere but I didn’t care. The expression on my new face was both relief and pure pleasure. Was it mine or the mask or both?

I was both exhausted and exhilarated. After an ejaculation such as that, I used to take my masks off. This time I didn’t nor did I want to. I went back into the guestroom and put my glasses on and they fit perfectly. I then proceeded to do stuff around the house almost that nothing had happened. The 'Old Man' mask felt so natural that I almost forgot it was on. I felt truly at home with the new me.

Minutes turned into an hour. I did some work, ate and even smoked. I was so comfortable…so happy. I finally was back upstairs and lay down on the couch watching some TV and soon dropped into a slumber. I’m not sure what woke me or what time it was but it must have been a couple of hours when I eventually did awake. I was hot and could feel the sweat surrounding my face and neck. I knew it was time to take my new face off and return to reality. I again went into the guestroom stared at the mirror for quite some time. I still couldn’t quite believe how this mask had affected me. I took my shirt off, slipped my hands underneath the neck of the mask and slid it up into the cheeks. Then with a gentle stretching followed by a push upward and with a slight pop…the ‘Old Man’ was made free from me. I was myself again. I was sweaty mess. My perspiration dripped out of the mask and I was happy…truly happy.

I put 'Old Man' back on its bust. As I was about to go dry off, I glanced; then stared at the ‘Vampire’ face leering blankly back at me, I could again distinctly hear a voice say…..

"Are you ready, mortal? Your time is getting close. You know you want this."

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