The Transformation - Part II

Vampire

It has been a few days since I received my two awesome masks. I wear the ‘Old Man’ all the time now when I am at home, sometimes many many hours at a time. Yes, it gets hot in there but I have grown used to it. In fact, I really like the feeling of the heat and perspiration mixing between the silicone latex and my skin. As I work from home, I wear it while I work; I eat and drink with it; I often wear it while I sleep and have had some of the most erotic dreams. I always wake up far more satisfied than going to bed. I really enjoy the persona I’ve developed with it on. It’s so different from my human self. It’s the closest I can say to the ‘total, complete and irreversible’ transformation I’ve been looking for. I've been having so much fun with this mask I haven’t even slipped the vampire mask on. I will but not yet ... so there it sits on its bust with the fanged teeth sitting beside it; it’s blank eyes staring out at me when I go into that room…waiting.

It’s Sunday and like all the other days, I have been the 'Old Man' only taking it off to shower and do some errands out of the house…a total of about a couple of hours. It’s a brilliantly sunny day outside and the temperature here in Richmond is quite pleasant. It should be a perfect evening for trying the 'Vampire' mask.

As the sun begins to set in the western sky and the hour is passing from three to four o’clock, I am still busy working on my computer. I had a deadline to meet. Suddenly, a ghostlike voice starts going through my head saying, "The time is at hand! Are you ready?!" It startled me and I shook my head and thought to myself, "Goddamn, I really need to get a life!"

At the stroke of half past the sixteenth hour, the sun sank even further into the west, the same soft, seductive voice whispered, "It is time! You know you want this! Are you ready!? Come to me!" This really startled me. "God," I thought, "I really must need a shrink. No, no just a long vacation."

The voice repeated over and over, "You know you want this!" I then said, "OK, OK it’s Sunday night and my imagination is running amok."

It was time to change anyway for the evening’s festivities which was just meeting up with some friends who have the same love of masks. It was billed as a Pre-Halloween Party. So I saved my work, shut down the computer and headed upstairs.

When I peered into the guest bedroom I saw the Vampire mask still staring blankly forward … lifeless but I could still hear it calling me. I gazed up at the mirror to see me still as the 'Old Man' which surprised me. I guess I was that comfortable. I was going to that night’s masking party as the 'Old Man' but I then made the decision to be a 'Vampire'. No one had seen me in it yet. I thought it would be really cool.

Instantly the voice in my head said in a more intense and aggressive tone, "Yes! Are you ready!?" I again thought to myself I really needed to get a life. I removed my glasses, took off my shirt and removed the 'Old Man' mask. There before me stood my human self, the person that I was. I was sweaty and ripe from the continuous hours of wear. My hair was a total mess. I removed all the rest of my clothing, went into the adjoining bathroom and took a very long shower. While showering I made sure every inch was clean, from my tattooed legs and arms, to my chest, neck and face. I completely cleaned my groin. I noticed that my penis was unusually small and limp. "Ah well," I thought, "It can’t be huge all the time." I shampooed my hair. I exited the shower, dried off and left the bathroom.

I looked down at the guest bed which looked so inviting. I was tired…very tired. Should I go to this party? I know when I am this tired I’m apt to make some very bad decisions but I had made a commitment and I was determined to keep it. I turned into the dresser mirror and came face to face with my tired and vulnerable self.

I the looked down at the Vampire mask and it stared again lifelessly back at me. "ARE YOU READY?!" boomed the voice through my head. "God fucking damnit!" I shouted. This is ridiculous. "Ok, OK. I’ll go as a vampire!" Then back in a soft, serene, calm tone the voice in my head said, "You are ready!"

It was now approaching 5 o’clock and the sun continued to fall. It was getting too dark in the room to dress so I went over and flipped on the room lights. Returning to the dresser, I thought, "The party is at 8 pm. I’ve got time but I need to get used to wearing this mask." I stood in front of the mirror naked. I would dress after getting all the 'gear' on. I reached for the fang teeth provided by the mask makers and inserted them both, upper and lower. They felt awkward but were not that uncomfortable. It was the first time I’d ever had such dentures. I was thinking that I could take them out at any time if they became really too annoying so I wasn’t too concerned. I looked down at the Vampire mask. It was still blank and inanimate. I knew very soon I would be giving it life. I pulled it off its bust and slid my hand into the head cavity. I stared at it and put my other hand in the other side separating the cheeks and neck wide enough to accept my head ... then put it over my head with one last glance of me in the mirror, plunged the Vampire mask over my head. In an instant when I removed my hands from inside the inner reaches of the mask that still separated mask from me, the mask immediately clung to my skin. It was on.

When I gazed out of the sockets of the Vampires eyes holes I thought, "This is cool." But then I looked more closely in the mirror to see some flaws. "Damn.", I thought, "Damn, look at those eye sockets. I can still see some of my skin there and; shit ... my eyes are still very blue; I should have gotten some cool contacts." This was minor though. Even though I didn’t have any contacts, I did have some makeup. For now I started to flex my jaw and move my face around to see what kind of range of motion I had. It was perfect, just like the 'Old Man' mask. I leaned closer to the mirror to inspect the teeth. They looked so real I nearly was blown away.

I now went around the upper floor of my house to collect what I was going to wear for the party. I opened up my closet and took out a pair of black leather button fly jeans, a black collared shirt. I peered down at the collection of boots neatly arrayed on the floor. I grabbed a pair of harness boots with 18-inch uppers. These are my favorite and although they can be somewhat difficult to get on, they are very comfortable to wear. I went into my dresser drawer and pulled out a black leather jock strap and cock ring for … just in case. I was still very tired and I believed nothing was really going to happen. I scooped everything up and walked into the guest room.

It was now sometime after 6pm. The last rays of the sun were just above the horizon and dusk was rapidly turning to night. I again stared into the mirror to see if there further adjustments were needed to the mask. There were none. I knew I was going to add the eye makeup and fake blood around the mouth and chin as the final step. As I started to turn to dress the voice rang through my head. "It's time to begin! You know you want this! Just say 'Yes' !" I sunk my head in disgust. "What do I have to do to make this stop?" I thought in desperation. "You know you want this! Just say 'Yes' !"

I was then at my weakest point, exhausted and exasperated. I uttered quietly….."Yes."

"Goooood!" and with that, a shot of pain went through my mouth like a massive tooth ache but with all my teeth at the same time. "What the fuck? This really hurts!" I grabbed the upper set of the vampire teeth and tugged at them to try to get them out but to no avail. I tried the lower set and the same thing, they just would not budge. Suddenly as quickly as the pain struck it was gone and everything was back to normal. Then turning back to face the mirror I saw to my astonishment that the 'Vampire' mask looked even more real. A tingling sensation swept all over my face. It was like being stuck with tiny needles. Like microscopic tendrils boring themselves through my facial pores. I was becoming alarmed and scared and I screamed, "Oh my God!!" I started to twitch and spasm. "What’s going on!?" I started to pull at the mask but it wasn’t that elastic anymore. "What’s going on!?" I shouted again. As panic was about to overwhelm me the tentacles reached their objective and attached themselves to my nerve endings. An immediate sense of calmness spread throughout my body. I relaxed. I regained my composure.

"You know this is what you always wanted!" I was beginning to realize what might be happening. "Yes….yes! This is what I want! This is what I always wanted!" I verbalized. With that, the filaments journeyed on throughout my nervous system, rapidly bonding with my neurons and replacing them with its own. All I could do was stand there in front of the mirror as I saw the bottom edge of the mask disappear and melt into my skin as the Vampire mask took firm control. I was swaying back and forth and reveling in what was happening. The tendrils penetrated my blood vessels, infecting my blood, changing my genes and DNA. I looked more closely in the mirror and what I saw totally astonished me. The nostrils of the Vampire mask were molded closed but before my I eyes, I saw them open up! I took a deep breath through my new nose and saw my nostrils flare. I looked more closely at the eye sockets and to my wonderment I saw my human skin of my eye area including my lids morph and match that of the mask. There was no longer any distinction between the mask and me.

There seemed an ever so brief pause. "Was it done?" I thought. Then with renewed vigor the filaments invaded my organs; my heart, my lungs and all the vitals that make us all human. I felt them reach into my neck and clench around my larynx. I grabbed my throat and started coughing wildly. When the coughing fit was over I began to snarl and growl and hiss uncontrollably. I couldn’t believe the sounds that were coming from my mouth! I started to speak but the voice coming from my voice box was more of the 'voice' that had been ringing in my head these many weeks except with more of sibilant sound to it. The voice that was mine was gone and replaced with this voice that sounded so menacing…so evil. There was another pause.

As I began to gather my wits to about me and tried to absorb what was happening, the tentacles renewed their invasion. I could feel them twist about my spine and crawl rapidly up into my cerebral cortex and my brain. I began to shake and twitch again as they attached themselves to all areas of my brain and skull. In doing so I was given a shot of pleasure that was sent down to my cock - causing the greatest rush of blood into my penis I had never felt. My cock engorged to the largest size I had ever had. It was huge! I stroked it gently with my hand. My dick responded by shooting intense waves of pleasure throughout my body. I stroked more and more reveling in the ecstasy of the moment. I began to howl and hiss like a rutting animal! I stared into the mirror baring my vampire teeth and throwing my bifurcated tongue out wildly! I grabbed my penis and started to pump … harder and harder and harder until … a stream of cum shot out that just kept coming and coming! It seemed to go on forever! It was the longest ejaculation I ever had! I experienced nothing like that before! What pleasure! What ecstasy!

When it was finally over, I sucked air through tortured lungs. My chest heaved with exertion. All the while, the invaders were busy finishing their work. I had just about recovered when my eyes started to feel funny, water and then pain me terribly. It was the light in the room. I couldn’t stand it! I had to put it out. I closed and covered my eyes and stumbling over to the wall switch, plunged the room into darkness. Upon opening of my lids, I could begin to see all the shapes in the room come into focus and as my eyesight sharpened, a red hue came over them. I went over the mirror and could see perfectly that my hazel blue eyes were now red … evil red. I bared my teeth and gave out a roar of delight that echoed throughout the house!

In one final act, my vampire face started to morph. My human features were beginning to reappear and at the same time my entire skin began to go from natural flesh color to a soft supple ashen white. I was also losing my flabbiness and my body was becoming lean, muscular, and chiseled. My penis, though soft, became large and powerful. All my body hair flaked off, leaving a small pile of thatch on the floor. My tattoos became bright and sharp. They looked as new like as when I had them done. When the vampire face was totally morphed into my old facial features it was a visage that was much younger, angular and strong. I grinned an evil grin exposing my fanged teeth; then pushing my now much-longer split tongue between reddened lips I began to laugh with devilish delight. I looked up and down at my new body with pleasure! I had done it! I had completed a 'total, complete and irreversible’ transformation'. I no longer heard any voices in my head because that voice was now mine!

I proceeded to dress; thong, cock-ring, leather pants, boots, and then shirt. I realized that I could go out this way but what fun if I used ...

I grabbed the 'Old Man' mask and slid it over my ashen white head and face, then stuffed the neck apron underneath my shirt. I rummaged in the drawer for a pair of leather gloves and upon finding them; I slid them over my now elongated fingers and onto my hand disguising my pale skin. I was ready. "Now let’s go party!" I said in a tone closer to my old human tone but stronger and with more confidence.

The sun had set. I went downstairs and opened the front door and stepped out. I was excited to go out this way. No inhibitions; they had melted away. It was time to celebrate. I was Hungry now and I craved blood.

Yes, it was time to party…it was time to…FEED!

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The Party

Party time! I arrived at the venue right on time. The walk from my house wasn’t that long but interesting. I got lots of stares from other people walking about, some in horror, some in fascination, some even crossed the street. There was one gentleman who did come up to me and said, "How dare you scare the kids by looking like that! You should be ashamed!" All I did was to turn my head and stare right in to his eyes. He had no idea how much danger he was in. I could have taken him so easily. I could have had him to satisfy my lust for blood, but I didn’t. I wanted to wait. I had other plans. I didn’t answer him but just continued to stare. I grinned and bared my teeth. Instead of becoming more argumentative, he blanched, wheeled around and scurried off as fast as he could.

The party was in an old warehouse conversion with limited windows with only a couple of entrances. As it was early, there were only a half dozen people there. None I knew. In the main hall were a couple of females and the rest were males. I went around the room introducing myself to everyone and they all were amazed at how real the 'Old Man' mask looked. Little did they know what I was looking for. Then I spotted one young man in his early twenties walk into the room. He was costumed as a vampire, his face and hands were in white make up. His eyes were surrounded with sold black grease paint and his lips were outlined with blood red lipstick. He had long flowing back hair. His body was whipcord-thin but yet well built. He was beautiful. I knew then that I had to have him. I knew I wanted his 'essence' - I wanted his blood. I went over to him and started a casual conversation. He commented on how cool my mask and leathers were. During the dialogue I found out his name - Daryl - and that he was 21 years of age. As our exchange became deeper…steamier, full of eroticism, I could feel my craving become more intense. I could also tell he was becoming more excited. The topic turned more and more to fetishism, bondage and sex. I was leading down the path to his doom.

Within an hour the venue was becoming more filled with other partiers but Daryl and I just kept to ourselves. I knew he was going to be my first victim. I knew his blood would feed my cravings … my lust. Conversation turned to touching, thence to heavy petting and I could feel his self consciousness fade away. At the right moment, I said commandingly, "Come back to my house. It’s not far, just a 5- minute walk."

"Why would I want to do that?" Daryl said with a wink.

"We can have our own private Halloween party." I responded. "We will have some fun!" Within a few minutes, we were walking side by side and hand in hand approaching my house. I opened up the front door and led him upstairs. Daryl was so passive, so unaware - so innocent - of what was about to take place.

I took the young man into my bedroom. He saw the shackles for both the arms and legs.

"OH! You are into kink and BDSM aren't you?" He looked a little startled.

"Are you?" I replied.

Before my eyes, he started peeling off his jacket, followed by his pants and underwear revealing a young, firm body completely devoid of hair and a well-endowed cock. He was beautiful…an Adonis. But my lust was growing by the second... I had to have him!

"You do want to have some fun now?" and before I said anything more, he climbed onto my bed and applied the ankle shackles by himself.

"What do you think?" He said with a grin and wink.

"Lay down!" I commanded and he did so submissively. I sat down next to him and rubbed my smooth gloved hands over his face and body. He started to pant and his cock started to become erect and hard. I grabbed his tool and just pumped it a couple of time. He groaned with pleasure. I then took his left wrist and put it into a shackle, tightening it not so much as to injure my 'sweet boy'. Next the right wrist was attached.

“Do you want a ball gag?” Daryl nodded in anticipation. I pulled one out of one of the drawers and put the ball in his mouth and strapped it around the back of his head. He again groaned in pleasure. I put my legs across his legs. Taking my softly gloved hands, I caressed his chest moving up slowly … gently. Daryl twitched and groaned in such pleasure but the sound was muffled by the ball gag. With one finger I moved down to his groin and to his cock. It was rock hard. I put his penis in my mouth and began sucking him. How sweet that was! His whole body stiffened and arched He pulled on the restraints as if he was trying to elevate his entire body off the mattress in order to suspend in mid air. But, before he could cum, I pulled out and stood up staring down at this beautiful young thing that was still squirming before me. He relaxed enough to look up at my head cocked sideways and my smirking face. He gave me a look of What the fuck did you stop for?

I began to disrobe; first I tossed my leather jacket onto the floor. I started to unbutton my shirt still not revealing what lay underneath. I stopped with the unbuttoning just high enough to keep the 'Old Man' mask chest portion covering my own skin. Finally, I pulled off the first glove exposing, my ashen white hands, I could see his eyes expression change from confusion to amazement. I could 'feel' vibes from him as if he was trying to tell me "How fucking cool is this! A costume over a costume!" I continued to strip. I removed the other glove tossing them both to the floor. Then I finished unbuttoning the shirt; pulling it off slowly and dropping it to the floor revealing my hairless white chest. I unbuckled my harness boots and then sat at the edge of the bed making only a slight indentation in the mattress. One by one I removed them and threw each boot across the room. I stood up again and started to slowly unbuckle my belt; with deliberation, I unbuttoned the fly of my leather jeans. I languidly pushed down my leathers to accentuate the moment. Daryl eyes were bulging and I could feel his anticipation. Down came the leather jeans … over the hips … over the groin ... to finally expose my cock; erect and hard. Daryl was now gasping and heaving for breath. I pulled off the first leg, then the second - only leaving the ' Old Man' mask on. I could feel from Daryl the thoughts of true pleasure that was about to come.

I put my hands slowly, seductively under the neck and under each cheek of the mask and started to expand and distort the shape of the mask. I then started to pull apart the mask to the point where it was totally unrecognizable as the 'Old Man' mask. Then feigning difficulty, I started to push the mask up. There was an audible "pop" as the 'Old Man' mask released from my chin. As I pushed ever so seductively upward - first exposing my chin then lips - I could see Daryl just stare in wonderment. I continued, still acting as if this was difficult, until my nose and nostrils appeared. I continued separating myself from the mask to reveal my sunken and blackened eye sockets - exposing my red eyes; until finally the 'Old Man' was gone revealing an ashen white figure; lean, chiseled but looking undernourished. The mask was tossed to the floor.

I grinned. "Do you like me now?" Daryl nodded approvingly in amazement and anticipation. What was about to transpire would terrify him.

I started to grin and bare my fangs. In that same moment talons began to grow from my fingers. My ears began to shift shape to that of a bat. My nostrils began to widen and recede to vampire bat from. My skin color darkened to a mottled brownish color. Before my first victim I was changing into my true form. His eyes widened in complete terror. He began to squirm and try to scream. He began to sweat. He now realized he was in true jeopardy. As my shape went into its final stages of transformation, I began to hiss and howl. I could hear his muffled sounds trying to say "NO! NO! NO! God help me!" as he twisted and contorted his body in a vain attempt to to get away. There was no escape.

As I completed my morph, I stretched my arms out wide in a sign of victory and gave a loud roar knowing that the once vampire mask was now my face and I was now a vampire! I then turned my eyes on Daryl. His eyes gazed upon me in horror and pleading for mercy.

"You like me now, my beautiful boy?"

My voice was far more high pitched with a very apparent lisp. He shook his head feverishly. I could still hear muffled "NO! NO!" as he continued his struggle to escape. In an instant, I leaped on top of the bed. "I mussst feed now!"

I started to bend over his body, caressing my talons down his chest … not hurting him … just giving him a tingling sensation. He arched his bad and his cock became rigid once more with the sensation. I continued to rake his skin lightly until he came all over my chest.

“Goood! Enjoy it…you must enjoy it!”

In a flash, I bared my teeth and plunged them into his neck! I could hear his faint groan as I began to suck his essence from him. I drew harder and harder and as the sweet, coppery taste of his blood flowed into my body, I became more and more substantial - giving me what I had craved for so long. It was so good! I could feel his heart began to slow and the color of his skin began to pale as his blood was transferred to me. My first victim was becoming weaker; he was spiraling ever closer and closer to death. His life was at my mercy. I withdrew. My tongue lapped over my fangs and lips, wiping all the residual blood into my mouth. I stared down at Daryl and made a decision."Jussst a little more, my sssweet boy!" I hissed. I plunged my fangs into his neck once again, taking more of Daryl’s 'life’s essence' and reveling in what I had become…a true Vampire! Although I was not yet sated… I pulled away. I knew what I wanted to do.

Daryl was now heaving for breath and quite weak. He muffled…"Kill me! Don’t leave me like this." I looked at him. I got off the bed and before his eyes, morphed back into my human form. I then put the Old Man mask back on, dressed and as I started to leave the room, I uttered in my more human voice, "No, my pretty boy, I have other plans for you!"

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