FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

DISCLAIMER

This is a work of fiction, fantasy (Which should be obvious to you.) Any likeness to real people is completely coincidental and not intended.

This work of fiction contains adult themes

This work is written by Wolfgang/VoidedCold

"Checkmate," a little green hand nudged Terry's king over to clear space for Ike's bishop. "I told you it would only take five moves." Ike said, as Terrance scoured the board for any way he could prevent the loss of his king. It often turned out that games of three way chess became two-person games between Ike and Faust, with Terrance a small bonus to either's eventual victory.

"Whatever, I've got more important stuff to do." Terrance said above Ike and Faust's rambling advice, which never penetrated Terrance's barrier of apathy. Truth be told, he found relief in the loss, and rather thought of it like being set free from a game he was never interested in. Talking to friends is a lot easier when you're not alt-tabbing between turns, and missing which pieces were moved.

Terrance wheeled his chair over to the left side of his desk, as his friend's bickering grew quieter. He leaned over to the side, nearly tilting his heavy body out of its chair in order to grab a box resting on an end table somewhat far off from the desk. Terry wheeled back over to his usual spot in front of the keyboard, turning the box over in his hands to look at the brown bear mask contained behind a clear plastic shield.

Terry smiled down at the mask, squeezing the packaging somewhat, as he recalled earlier at the mall when he got it. While on a trip for packages of candy that he definitely wasn't going to eat himself, Terry had passed by a temporary kiosk selling high detail halloween masks. The kiosk attendant was wearing a mask themselves, and did a good job of encouraging Terrance to make a purchase. He really couldn't deny that the salesman looked good in their outfit, though they definitely had to be wearing gloves, and even maybe some kind of custom shoes that weren't sold with the masks. This particular bear mask called to him, though, with its big goofy grin, and its hollowed eyes begging to be filled.

Terrance shook his head, and coughed into his hand. That's sort of a strange thing to think about a mask, he thought, but it was true. He still hadn't tried on the thick-set rubber mask, and then was as good a time as any. Terry turned on his webcam and shook the package for Ike and Faust to hear, though it would take a bit more to pull their attention from the game of chess.

"Hey, you two like costumes, right?" Terrance asked, as he pried open the card-stock packaging, and pulled free the plastic case from the box. It took seconds to pry the mask free from its plastic casing in order to take a free-hand look at it.

This was the first time he'd held the mask since Terry brought it home hours before, and the only time he'd felt such thick, durable rubber. He smudged his finger in against the face, stretching its detailed textures, his thumb felt almost like it could sink right into the soft, smooth material. The mask snapped back, as he pulled his thumb away, then used it to trace along the elongated muzzle, which was closed- save for the tongue poking out just barely next to a pair of teeth. Oh, wow, Terrance thought, as he brushed against the subtle change in texture on its nose.

For how cartoonish this mask was, its details only grew deeper the longer one gazed into the guise. Where the snout met the rest of the face, it wrinkled slightly, as if its skin really was pulled from the wide smile that still hid teeth beneath the great jowls. Only a few sharp teeth could be seen at the edges of the grin, a way to say that this bear was still armed, so to speak. Along the edges of the cheeks, little tufts of rubber fur poked out, which Terrance ran his finger along to feel. His index traced up along the detailed embossing of fur, along the larger wrinkles until he felt about the bear's eyelids.

The only thing that was missing from the mask were a pair of eyes, though Terrance doubted that his would match the facade. Nevertheless, he looked right at the camera, turned the mask in his hands, and brought it up to his own face. Cold rubber met warm flesh, the holes were filled with Terry's eyes, staring into the webcam. The inside of the mask was smoother than the face, a sticky sort of sheen that clung to the wearer's face like a suction cup on a shower wall.

"Woah! That's really cool," Ike blared through the speakers, almost loud enough to make Terry turn down the volume. "Where the hell did you get that thing?" Terry grinned underneath the mask, the attention felt good, he was just a bit more important than the game of chess.

"You know I don't divulge my sources." He said, holding a finger up in view of the camera to wag at Ike. Terry put his hands on the mask's chin, and glanced at the mirror image from his camera. It looked a bit goofy, but it was so high quality that it didn't matter.

"Oh come off of it," Faust said. "You have a dozen other masks, the least you could do is share." That was true, Terrance did have a habit of picking up masks- rubber ones, fur lined ones, even paper mache masks that he'd made himself. It was a fascination, and he quickly grew to think that this bear in particular was going to become the jewel of the collection.

The mask began to slip off his face from the sweat, thick rubber turned out to be a great deal warmer than a normal mask. He took it off his face with both hands, grinned into the camera and held his hands down near the desk.

"Maybe I could take you down to the mall and show you where I got it, it was actually really cool! One of those halloween-only shops, where they rent out the space seasonally." Terrance explained, while his friends dug back into their game. He uncurled his fingers to drop the mask on his desk, but never heard an expected 'twhup.' In fact, his hands felt wet, almost tarred and sticky.

"Huh? What's th-" Terry's heart skipped a beat, sunk deep into his chest and lodged there. The mask was melting onto his desk, stuck to his hands, the cool touch of the material grew warmer. "Oh fuck!" He shouted, sliding back in his chair, as he tore his hands away from each other, trying to gauge just how big a mess this bad mask was going to make.

Terrance had masks melt in the sun, but this was unlike anything he'd experienced before. The goopy material hung suspended in the air between his hands like a giant string of slime that began to harden, pulling on his arms as if it were a bungee cord tugging his hands back together with a loud snap! The mask came back together into one piece, albeit with Terry's hands sunken into its cheeks.

"Oh, no no no..." He muttered himself, shaking his head as he stared back through the eyeholes that he had so recently looked into. A thin film of the rubbery goo spread along his forearms until it met his elbow, then suddenly began to contract. Terry used all of his strength to resist the material, the mask's powerful influence of his arms, forcing them to bend toward his face.

"No, no, no, no!" He shouted once more, as the inside of the mask came back up to his face, pressing hot rubber to cold flesh, cold sweat, and tears of anxiety. With Terry's own hands, the mask pushed and smeared against his face, wrapping more of the goo across his ears, curling around the back of his neck and snaking through his hair.

"Ike- Ike look at Terry's cam." Faust said, as he watched the goofy expression of the bear smooth away, down into a frown, rubber melding into twisted facial expressions. Terry wrenched in his seat and kicked the desk, sliding the office chair back and providing the camera a full shot of his writhing body. He finally managed to tug his hands free from his face and scrape the gunk stuck to his hands against the desk, but the material clung tight.

Brown gunk enveloped Terry's entire head, it squeezed on down his neck and over his shirt, as the substance coiled upward from his arms. Faust and Ike stared at their screens with mouths agape, unable to believe the broadcast. The rubbery goo finally met on Terry's arms, and smushed together, everything from the shoulder up was concealed beneath the viscous fluid.

"I... I'm going to go see him," Faust said, and threw down his headphones to run off. Ike tried to plead, saying that the video must be a fake. Disbelief was hard to keep, as the mask's mouth slowly pried open, creating pillars of slime draped in front of Terry's very deep maw. He brought his hands up, which were being squeezed and shaped by the gunk, conforming around his fingers, but also adding on some girth to the digits. Claws formed first, they dripped goop from the ends of his fingers, which quickly gained their own definition. It was like watching a sculptor sculpt, creating the outlines first, then adding the subtle textures of finger and pawpads.

Terry squeezed his big bear mitts into fists, waggling his fingers as if to test the hardware. His drooping, melted face grew more stable, he continually smacked his wet jowls, a very liquid tongue slipped out of from between forming teeth. It was obvious to Ike, frozen in his chair, that if this was real,his head could have been reshaped. The bear rubbed at his face with his hands, smearing the cheeks here and there, as they slowly regained elasticity, perhaps even softer than the original mask had been.

Terrance struggled against the mask, still trying to pry the weight of rubber off of his face, but it was hard for him to tell where it began and he ended. Every little push and squeeze on the mask's cheeks felt like he was rubbing his own face. He could feel the longer jaws stretch open, and its thick tongue as if it were his own, but he could not feel his original. Every bone in his face seemed heavier to him, but not alien, or maybe not there at all. Terry felt solid, and malleable, squishy, but firm. He gripped his jaw with his new hands, teasing a claw against his tongue. His hands felt right, but different as well.

All the joints in his fingers seemed to be arbitrary, just what he expected, like he could choose to change them, but this was what he wanted. Every other thought pointed to desire, and it was harder with every passing moment to cling to who he knew he was physically, his body's true form. The great heft of his hands was comfortable, however, against his face and on his wrists. The weight spread through his body, as the goo migrated down, bringing with it the comfortable pressure that slowly bled through his skin and muscles, washing them away to be replaced by the strange solid feeling.

It was so easy to just sit back and feel the changes with his new sensitive hands, explore his new forming face, to prod and test its elastic limits. The thick bear fingers hooked his jowls and pulled, stretching the unnaturally, before they let go and his cheeks snapped back. He pressed down on his cheek as hard as he could, enjoying the strange tingling sensation that came with it, at least until he reached whereabouts he thought his real face must be.

A pang of anxiety struck him from his core, he could not feel his face. Terry tried to open his eyes, but they were still sealed shut, still forming, still changing like the rest of his body. He drew in a harsh gasp, his first breath since this all began, pulling the goop down into his lungs. Terrance pressed his hands flat against the sides of his heads, as he realized where it was headed next: Deep into his ear canals, he could feel his own flesh quickly converting, yielding without resistance to the fluid.

It begged the question from Terrance, how he could move his arms even as he found them to be almost completely of this substance. The hot rubber squeezed deeper into his ears, through his sinuses, down his throat. His lungs were already all gone, or at least changed, as he drew in short panicked breaths. A wet, rumbling 'shhlllllk' was the last sound Terrance heard before his body became more limp.

_ It's in my brain cavity! _ He thought, desperately trying to move his useless arms, which hung to his sides, his body reclined as far back as the chair would allow. _ Oh gods, oh gods, I have... I've gotta resist, there's gotta be some way! _

Thoughts and feelings felt muddled, the same way it does when one finds themselves half asleep, unable to rest but unable to wake up. _ It does feel good to relax, _ he hears his own voice, but it's unclear to him, he didn't try to think such a thing while every other thought was drawn from panic. _ It feels good to let the weight sink into me, _another thought rang out, and Terrance couldn't help but find it a troubling truth.

Terry's hands finally reached up, but only to rest on his chest and push down on the squishy pectorals, to appreciate the heightened sensations of touch. He rumbled deeply and smiled, _ I feel so smooth, and soft, and squishy... It feels good to be like this. An undeniable truth, it seemed, he did enjoy feeling this way, yet- No! I have to resist! _He grabbed his head again and groaned, sat himself back up. _ I'm Terrance uh... _ His last name eluded him, _ Terrance... Terry... _The name felt more like a word without meaning, as if he'd said it too many times trying to think of his person he had imagined before.

He could concentrate on more concrete things! _ I'm six foot... No, five foot... Eight? My hair is... _Every memory he tried to pull from was washed away with a wave of heavy relaxation, and a new bit of information. _ I'm six foot four! I'm big and... I'm big and... I'm big and loud! _No matter how hard he tried to think the opposite, his voice was interrupted by a stronger version, which slowly pitched down from his own internal sound, bleeding into a deeper, more rugged tone. The heavy weight of rubber-like goo settled deep within his head, and his mind, leaving the bear relaxed, acceptant.

Terry stood up, pushed his desk chair out of view, but the rest of his body could now be seen by Ike. The rubber-like substance had been busy, working its way down Terrance's chest and stomach. It appeared that there was a great deal of added mass, a big paunch gut that hung from his sternum, just over past his pants. At some point the goop must have pressed its way into Terrance's jeans, as they were tight and still swelling, the strain built with every passing moment before- PING! The button his jeans shot off and hit a glass, denim ripped apart along with plaid underpants. Ike was treated to a full frontal view of this bear's assets, a healthy girth that swung between his thighs.

Big bear paws reached toward the camera and adjusted it, pointing it back up to his face. Terrance's face, the bear's face, it didn't seem like Terrance. Their eyes were still closed, struggling to open, as if Terry were struggling not to give the mask that which he knew it wanted the most, that last vestige of himself.

He knew that this was all wrong, but he couldn't remember what was supposed to be right. The goo inside his head was making short work of all his memories, all his precious truths and opinions. His clawed mitts rubbed at his eyelids, it felt good to knead on them in a way that people knew was unhealthy, but still felt nice. It was like the goo was rubbing away all that was left of who Terrance was before, as his big paw thumbs and forefingers dug gently against his eyes, kneading them into shape. When he drew his hands away, he could finally pry open those big, beautiful blue eyes, detailed but ethereal, uncanny like a dream. They truly fit the mask.

The bear looked down at his gut and admired its sight, before he grabbed it from the bottom and let it fall, jiggling in an unrealistic way. He rubbed at his gut, and stared back into the camera, licking over his muzzle while Ike stared on in bewilderment. Being this was undeniably pleasurable, and he wanted to show Ike just how good it could feel.

"Terrance! Terrance!" Ike blared from the speaker, "this isn't funny!" The bear ignored Ike, for now, and slowly reached into his chest. The rubber substance gave way, becoming liquid if only for a few moments, so that the bear could grab hold of something and tug it out. A red fabric squeezed out of the smallest hole in the bear's chest, pulled along by a big paw that reformed from the mass. _ Terrance's shirt... _ Ike thought, eyes wide and hands trembling on his keyboard.

The bear pulled the shirt all the way out, his chest rippled and waved until it settled back down into the firm pectorals. He tossed the garment on the ground and stretched, rumbling with a deep groan as he held his paws up to the sky.

"Ooogh! That's better..." The bear said with a dark chuckle, "I thought somethin' was still in there, yeh know?" He sits his thick rear back in the chair, leaning back with his legs spread out. Terry had known Ike for a long time, and he knew they shared some peculiar interests.

"Terrance... This is fucking weird..." Ike said, hand over his mouth, as he watched what became of his friend swaying in the office chair.

"I don't think that Terrance really cuts it no more, Ike." The bear says, rubbing over his muzzle, he looked up at his shelf of masks and all of its species. "I sorta like... Ruben, rolls off the tongue a little nicer." 'Ruben' stretched up out of the chair and plodded toward the camera, reaching up toward the mantle. Ike was treated toward a full view of the bear's thick belly, swaying to and fro, as the big guy picked out a mask.

"Hmmph!" Ruben backed into full view of the cam, holding out a slick rubber lion mask. "This was always Faust's favourite, right? I think he'll look great in it." The bear said with a sinister grin, as he squeezed and rubbed the mask. Ike choked on every word he tried to say, he couldn't deny his stiff groin, but he was scared for what was happening to his friend. The bear simply stroked over his gut and chest, squeezed here and there, just to show Ike how squishy and large he was now.

"S-stop..." He wanted to beg them to cease the button pushing, but the sound of a slamming door cut what little confidence he managed to accrue. Ruben turned his head away from the computer and held a paw out to his ear, he wondered out loud who could have done that?

"Terrance?" Faust called from the foyer of the apartment. "Are you okay? It was just a prank, right?" Ruben turned back to the screen, pinching the corners of the lion mask while he grinned at the camera, at Ike. The big bear plodded out of view, hidden, and Faust stepped into the range of the camera, standing helpless in the doorway.

To be continued...