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It wasn’t the first time that Jennifer woke up somewhere she had never seen before – some kind of office, it seemed – but it was the first time she did so without a splitting headache, which suggested to her that it wasn’t because of alcohol, for once. The professor rubbed her neck anyway, perhaps on instinct, the echoing pains of a wild youth resonating through her head at the sheer thought.

But this wasn’t that. She had been kidnapped. The only ways, she reasoned, that she would find herself in a strange place she had never seen before, were alcohol – which she hadn’t had – an emergency visit to the hospital – which this poorly lit office clearly wasn’t – and a kidnapping.

That meant she had been kidnapped, but why? She was nobody important. Her family wasn’t rich. Sure, she had managed to claw her way to a PhD in biochemistry, but she had made no significant new discoveries yet. She took in her surroundings.

Both behind her and to her sides were desks, all lit in a pale yellow, with computers on each, and bookshelves and filing cabinets lining the walls. There was a copy machine, a fax machine, several printers, and absolutely no personal effects from any of the potential employees. There was something off about it all.

Her vision threatened to blur again, so Jennifer closed and rubbed her eyes. She felt dazed, like she couldn’t quite think as she normally did, which suggested that her kidnapper must’ve drugged her. But closing her eyes, she suddenly heard snoring around her feet. A quick glance downwards revealed that she wasn’t alone. There were three more people here! Two men and another woman, from what she could tell, each sleeping so peacefully on the worn linoleum floor that they had to have been drugged. One of the men – sharply dressed, compared to the other in simple sweater – had his mouth hanging open and his tongue hanging out, slowly drooling into a growing puddle on the floor. And looking at the others, they’d wake up aching, given those positions.

“Guys?” she asked. Nobody stirred.

Certainly, Jennifer wasn’t going to try to go anywhere before they were all awake. If they had indeed been kidnapped, with four of them, they might stand a chance against whoever did it. Alone, she had no chance at all, as she hadn’t spent a single day at the gym ever.

She took a few steps away, towards one of the desks. She doubted the computers had any connection to the internet, but it was worth checking. If they did, it’d be an easy way to call the authorities, and they could probably quickly pinpoint the location.

Jennifer approached one and reached for the power button on the tower. Only it wasn’t a button. The entire tower was hollow plastic, a display piece meant to look like a computer. It fell over with a loud clatter, startling her, and stirring the other three awake.

“What’s the- wait, where-“ the well-dressed man groaned. “-not my office?”

“Where are we?” the other woman, dressed in clothes that barely covered any of her, whimpered.

The other man, in the casual clothes, simply groaned, clutching his head. It seemed that he, at least, had a severe hangover.

“I don’t know. I woke up just a little before you. This is like some kind of fake office?” Jennifer said. “I think we’ve been kidnapped.”

“Kidnapped? Fake office? What the hell, I have- nngh,” the well-dressed man snarled, before doubling over and dry heaving. “-appointment, can’t miss, hngh.”

He seemed more stressed by the thought of missing out on whatever high-powered executive meeting he had scheduled than the fact that he had been kidnapped by some unknown figure. “I gotta- fuck­-“ he exclaimed, choking out the last word through gritted teeth.

“Fake office seems really, really weird!” the other woman said. Jennifer recognized her outfit as that of a cheerleader, probably from one of the local colleges given her age. “Why would they bother? I mean, unless we’re stuck inside an IKEA…”

“Probably to comfort us,” the casually dressed man replied. He groaned at whatever pain he was feeling. “Like, provide a familiar… environment… jeez, what’d they use to drug me, a sledgehammer?”

“Who are you? Are any of us like, famous?” Jennifer suggested. “So we’d know their motivations at least.”

"I'm literally nobody, I work nine to five at an advertisement agency," the man replied. "Name's Sam."

“I mean… no, I’m not even the lead cheerleader,” the woman sighed. “Eve. I don’t know why they’d pick me, no rich family or anything.”

“I’m Jennifer. Professor, but not all that important either,” Jennifer sighed, turning towards the remaining man.

“I mean, yeah, I got money, but, ooh fuck, I won’t for long if I miss this fucking meeting,” he groaned, voice dripping with existential dread rather than mere anxiety. “It’s life or death, we gotta… gotta get out.”

It did seem weird that they’d kidnap a rich person who was going to lose it all, which suggested it must’ve been coincidental, but at that point Jennifer wasn’t willing to guess anything at all.

“Your name?” she asked.

“Jack. Jack Lea- fuck it, just Jack, for all I know it was you who arranged this,” he snarled. “Jack until we’re out of here and you see my name in the newspapers.”

“Yeah. Right,” Jennifer groaned. “In that case, can we focus on actually doing that?”

“They don’t even have windows. I wonder if we’re underground?” the cheerleader asked, looking around in turn. “Or deep in a factory or something.”

“Yeah, no idea,” Sam replied. “There’s like, no windows, no fire exit, no ventilation ducts, just one door.”

He stood up with a groan, facing towards the aforementioned door. Next to it, a sign: “Showers”.

“Showers? Next to the office?” the cheerleader pointed out, barely resisting the urge to giggle in spite of their dire circumstances.

“Well, it’s not a real office. God only knows what the showers are,” Jennifer pointed out while Sam slowly and cautiously pulled the door open. Beyond it was a room that looked like the showers from any of the tens of thousands of gyms that littered the country. Tiled, average, nondescript, and communicating nothing but a vague nostalgia that made all four feel as if they’d been there before.

“I’m not going in there,” Jennifer immediately said, before considering if she had any other way to go. From what the “office” looked like, she did not.

“Yeah, they’re going to spray us with acid or something,” Sam agreed. “But do we have any kind of choice?”

Jack looked at his wrist impatiently, as if he were wearing a watch, which he wasn’t. if he had been, it’d been stripped from him during the kidnapping.

“Fuck it. There’s no other door. We starve here or we continue,” he growled. “Just move through it quickly and don’t look at anything for too long. Just like at the office. You belong here. Don’t make eye contact. You got this, Jack,” he said, evidently trying to psych himself up enough to step into the unknown. Then, he did, striding into the shower room. Eve looked conflicted for a few seconds and then rushed after him, while Sam and Jennifer stood outside, anticipating whatever trap awaited the other two.

At first, nothing happened. And just as Eve opened her mouth to exclaim how lucky they were, the showers – and the sprinklers, which nobody had noticed – opened, spraying the room with a black, gooey substance, far more viscous than pure water. It almost looked like liquid latex, or less charitably, molten plastic.

Both Eve and Jack screamed, though, given that they went quiet almost immediately, it at least wasn’t acid, nor burning hot.

“Ew! Eww! What the hell is this? Get it off me!” Eve complained.

“It’s… fucking rubber,” Jack growled, wiping globs of the stuff off his skin. “What the hell are they… wait, it’s not coming off?”

Indeed, the thick rubber seemed to soak into his skin. Eve’s, too, leaving them both looking rather different.

“Gross! How am I supposed to look good for practice if… ew!” Eve cried. “Maybe it’ll come off with soap, ugh. It feels so warm, too!”

Jennifer and Sam could feel that warmth all the way from where they stood. Worse yet, they’d have to trudge through the goo to get anywhere, because Sam had already gone over every possible wall, nook, and crevice looking for a hidden passage. There was none.

“I really don’t want to get that all over me,” Jennifer sighed.

“How do you think I feel? My head still hurts and that smell of rubber… ugh!” Sam commiserated. “But it’s not like it can be permanent, and we have no other choice.”

He was right, of course. It was as she had feared; they’d either walk through room after room as their captor intended, or they’d starve. The choice, when put like that, was easy. Sam offered Jennifer his hand as the two followed, much to their dismay, into the thick rubber that coated the floor. As with Jack and Eve, it seemed to cling to them instantly, soaking through both fabric and skin.

“Just don’t think about it,” Sam advised, as if he’d waded through ankle-deep mud before. Maybe he had. He had the kind of body that suggested he’d once been very muscular and fit. A faded potency.

“As long as it doesn’t leave my legs permanently black,” Jennifer sighed. She tried her hardest to ignore how the warmth seemed to seep into her body. At least the two of them hadn’t been completely soaked in it like Jack and Eve.

Finally, they reached the other side, where the others were already trying to wipe off as much of the sludge as they could.

“What’s the next room?” Jennifer asked, quickly hopping up on the threshold by the door to get her feet out of the slime.

“You tell me. It says auditorium but it doesn’t sound like anyone else is here,” Jack growled. “Fuck it, at this point there’s… just no chance at all. Just gotta hope they accept getting kidnapped as an excuse.”

“Yeah, I think your business-whatever is kinda your lowest concern right now,” Sam snapped back. “Being that they’re apparently poisoning us.”

“It’s not poison, it’s like… I don’t know,” Jennifer said, hesitating as she watched how quickly the substance had been absorbed into her skin. Yet there were no negative effects beyond warmth. If anything, it seemed to bond with her body, changing the top layer of her epidermis to be something else. It felt slick like rubber, so rubber was what she went with.

None of them had any desire to remain in the “shower” room, which meant the next one awaited. It was like the auditorium of an old office building, chairs strewn haphazardly across the room and practically reeking of printer paper, and as they approached the middle, a sudden bright light at the other end.

“Aren’t you tired of sexless, boring office work?” a voice called out. From the slight hiss, Sam recognized it as a recorded voice, piped through speakers.

But there was a figure at the end of the room, with distinctly less-than-human proportions.

“Well, congratulations! Now, you get to be part of the solution!”

The spotlights swung down to focus on that figure, and the sight was bizarre enough to make all four of them freeze in their tracks. On the stage stood a curvy, anthropomorphic otter, seemingly made of the same rubbery material as they’d been soaked in earlier. Her legs were too short for a human, her torso too long, and her smile far too wide for the circumstances.

That, and she had a massive equine cock jutting out from her crotch.

“Behold! Our newest companionship and party product, official name pending, Mascot With a Twist! In today’s ever more mixed world, sometimes our tastes get mixed up too! Do your coworkers want cock, but prefer a feminine body? We got the solution! Do they like dominating other men, but prefer pussy to ass? We just solved that problem, too!”

The voice on the speakers was getting increasingly excited, and the creature – or man in a suit – on the stage struck a seductive pose, grasping its huge cock tightly with a playful moan.

“All of our Twist models come with the opposite equipment! Some, like Mrs. Rudder on stage, come with both! Isn’t that just sooo 2024?”

“I… have no idea what’s going on,” Eve admitted, rubbing at the parts of herself that’d been soaked in the goo earlier, which was most of her.

“It’s like a fucking marketing pitch,” Jack mumbled. “This is exactly how the parasites try to sell us new chairs or desks or AC units.”

“Is that thing real?” Sam asked, mostly directed towards Jennifer, who was staring at the creature on stage. It moved like a living being, and it had the expressions of one. Yet it also had an uncanny cartoonlike quality to it; it seemed too stretchy, the curves just as exaggerated as the cock, but at the same time, it moved exactly as an impossible creature like that probably would’ve moved.

So, it wasn’t a suit. It was some kind of organism or robot.

The worst part was that she felt a pang of arousal watching the “otter’s” breasts bounce as she began to fuck her own hand on stage, evidently desperate for release.

The announcer continued. “Our newest models are always horny, each with their own unique and sexy personality, and appropriately with mental activity so low that they’d struggle disrupt any of your professional activities! In other words, they’re harmless fun! Oh, and the best part?”

The voice went quiet for a bit as everyone’s attention was drawn, again, to the stage, where the otter pulled a massive dildo out of seemingly nowhere, placed it down on the floor, and sat down, impaling herself on it in one smooth, continuous motion, the act accompanied by another squeaky moan of need.

“All of our mascots are one hundred percent recycled! Recycled material, recycled actors! And now, you, our audience, get to be part of it!”

“Wait, wait!“ Sam suddenly stuttered. “Recycled actors?”

“Is this like a job offer? Because you motherfuckers are supposed to go through my receptionist-“ Jack shouted, and to his great dismay, he was completely ignored by the creature on stage.

“It’s not human,” Jennifer finally said out loud. “At least, I can’t see how it could be.”

“So, an alien?” Eve asked, her eyes wide.

“No, more like a mutant. Or biological robot?” Jennifer tried, though it was obvious that she was only guessing.

“The goo looks a lot like her skin, doesn’t it?” Sam pointed out. “So, if they’re recycling actors, are they trying to turn us into… that?”

Everyone went silent. Then, while the announcer continued his sales pitch, talking about some sort of ultimate sexual satisfaction and the most fun office parties ever while the mascot was riding the dildo with shameless joy on the stage. Eve was suddenly fixated on the show, Jack stared at the ceiling with the kind of look that hinted at him being ready to be struck down by a higher power, and Sam looked down at his slowly changing legs.

Jennifer did too. She, more than any of the others, had at least a little potential understanding of how this might work, so she took one of the available chairs and raised her leg to examine it. Up close, indeed, it looked like the black goo was bonding with her skin. It felt rubbery to the touch, rubbery and warm, and more concerningly, the blackness kept spreading upwards, though very slowly, at a pace like ice melting at just barely positive temperatures.

Jack and Eve weren’t so lucky. They had both been soaked in the stuff, which meant they were quickly being entirely covered. So far, both had plenty of “human” skin left, but that wouldn’t last if the spreading changes continued as they did. And that meant-

“-we have to get out of here, as soon as we can,” Jennifer stated.

“Yeah, no shit, what else do you have for us?” Jack asked, and just then the “otter” on stage let out a loud cry of pleasure, painting the stage with multiple impressively voluminous ropes of cum, spraying the floor with her juices in an impossibly lewd display of strange, almost artificial lust.

Eve mumbled something about it looking hot. The others looked away.

“Okay, so… uh, they’re trying to transform us into those,” Jennifer explained, at least as far as she understood what was happening. “With this… goo.”

“Yeah, I think she’s right,” Jack grunted. “I can feel it.”

“Basically, avoid touching the stuff at all?” Sam asked.

Jennifer nodded. “I don’t know for sure, but like, I would.”

“But why? Why would they want us to become like… horny cartoon animals?” Eve asked. “I mean, it’s kinda… weird.”

She spoke that last word, weird, like it was a lover’s whisper. The men probably didn’t notice it, at least not as quickly as Jennifer did, but she was definitely getting aroused, slowly rubbing her thighs together as she watched the panting otter. The blackness had already spread under her skirt, though, and Jennifer could only imagine how that’d feel. She probably wasn’t to blame, given that Jennifer’s own legs were feeling pretty warm, and she could easily see herself getting aroused feeling it spread everywhere, too.

And they’d emphasized the “twist” so much that Jennifer deduced the stuff was intended to make her grow a cock. That realization sent a genuine shudder of arousal through the otherwise almost asexual professor. Strong enough that she was surprised by it; she hadn’t really thought about how having a cock would feel before, though knowing all the men in her life, it at least wasn’t unpleasant.

The others, perhaps thinking along the same lines, seemed a little more uncomfortable. Especially the two men, who would, if Jennifer had guessed it correctly, end up with… somewhat more feminine organs.

“I think they want to whore us out,” Jack replied, after a moment’s thought. “I mean, isn’t that basically what they said? Unpaid sexual slave labor. Only they’ll make us like it.”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Sam scoffed. “Unless this rubber stuff soaks into my brain too, it’s not going to happen.”

“We should keep moving- wait, where’d she go?” Eve suddenly exclaimed. All four turned towards the stage, and to their horror, discovered it to be empty. The mascot was gone.

“Fuck, I wanted to ask her something,” Sam remarked.

“She didn’t look like she was in much of a state to say anything,” Jennifer said. “Too busy moaning.”

“Yeah, but can you imagine it?” Eve said, her thoughts suddenly focused on an entirely different thought than her previous worries, as if she was increasingly distracted by something. The goo, of course, that had to be it. “She looked like she really enjoyed having a big, thick cock like that.”

“Focus, Eve. Like you said, we gotta keep moving,” Sam replied, sternly. “Just don’t think about it. Or anything else. Not before we’re out of this place.”

That much, everyone could agree on. As they approached the next door – giving the stage a wide berth just in case – they could see it sported a rather menacing sign. Playroom. It wasn’t nearly enough to say that something seemed off; everything seemed off. Offices didn’t have “playrooms” unless they were billion-dollar tech startups in silicon valley, and even then it wasn’t exactly normal.

In short, it was a trap. What kind of trap, none of the four had any idea, but they had precious little time to waste. Having figured out that the substance on their bodies was spreading, slowly transforming them into, well, something, they were suddenly in a rush. Jack pulled the door open so hard it slammed against the wall next to it and stepped through, with his by now rather characteristic impatience guiding – or misleading – him.

But again, the room had no other exits, and so Jennifer, Sam, and Eve were forced to follow. The next room was indeed a playroom, but more akin to a sex dungeon than one meant for children. The floor was lined with colorful dildos and sleeves for more masculine masturbation. The room reeked of sex.

“Surely they can’t expect that we’d… be in the mood for this?” Jennifer said, almost breathless at her captors being bold or stupid enough to even suggest it.

“Y-yeah,” Eve stuttered, next to her. “Who would… who… you know, we could just take a moment to take the edge off.”

Jennifer barely understood what she was hearing at all. How Eve could apparently be horny in a situation like this made no sense at all, until she remembered the goo. It had covered most of the cheerleader’s body in an oily, rubbery sheen now, and clearly, it was having an effect beyond exaggerating the curves of her hips and ass. It was turning her on.

Just like the otter on stage had been. Happy, horny, almost unthinking.

“You probably shouldn’t, who knows what the-“ Sam started, and then his eyes fell on Jack, who had already picked up one of the sleeve toys and was rather shamelessly fucking it. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“She’s… rrf, she’s right, gotta take the edge off. I can’t focus like this, it’s… awful,” Jack grunted.

The situation had that feeling of one cascading into an uncontrollable mess. No doubt it was exactly what their captors intended. But there was something else to it, a sweet scent in the air that tingled in Sam’s lungs and nostrils. That sensation was having an effect on him, too, despite the black goo not having reached his cock yet. It made the sight of Eve lovingly stroking an equine dildo appealing and erotic rather than disconcerting owing to her failing self-control. Even Jack frenziedly fucking his toy was starting to get to him, and Sam couldn’t look away for more than a few seconds.

Instead, what flashed through his mind was how that cock would feel in his mouth, sliding out and forcibly pushing back in. How it’d feel when he reached his peak and came. Coating Sam’s tongue in rope after rope of thick, warm cum. Sam hadn’t ever fantasized of other men before, and yet, aided by the scent, the thoughts came regardless, vivid and varied.

Yet, struggling as he was, it was nothing like what Eve was feeling. Her pussy was practically burning to use the dildo, her juices drooling down her panties. The goo had only made her more sensitive, and her clit was so stiff and engorged that it kept rubbing against the soft cotton with each step. If she didn’t cum, she realized – or at least, tried to convince herself – that she wouldn’t have any chance to get out of here.

Jennfer and Sam could only stare as she pulled up her skirt, yanked her panties to the side, and impaled herself on the dildo with an exaggerated, loud moan.

“Ooh, fuck, so good,” she groaned, barely able to even muster the energy to ride the dildo with how the pleasure kept robbing her of muscle control, leaving her trembling as she bucked against it, trying to force the flare deeper.

Jennifer and Sam retreated a few steps. They felt it, too, of course. Sam was raging hard in his pants, and if someone had offered him any relief, he would’ve taken it. But neither he nor Jennifer were horny enough to take the initiative and start pleasuring themselves with strange toys in a place as sinister as this. No matter how sexy they found each other.

She did lean against him, though. It was gesture halfway between affection and wanting to feel some kind of safety. And so, Sam hugged her against himself. She, no doubt, felt his cock pressing against the front of his pants, but she didn’t react to it.

“What’s… this feels… ooh, I’m…” Eve stammered, unable to finish saying even that much. But while she was still impaled on the thick dildo, Sam and Jennifer quickly noticed what she meant. Her clit – stained black by the goo – was growing as she rubbed it, lengthening and swelling slowly into something distinctly more cock-like.

It was no great surprise given how the mascot from earlier, with her vapid smile, had performed while the radio voice had talked about genital swaps and “twists”. But it still looked obscene to watch the cheerleader slowly grow a thick, hard cock. What made it worse was how she moaned at the top of her lungs as those rubbing movements changed into outright stroking herself, the dildo slowly popping out as her pussy disappeared into the amorphous black substance. Instead, Eve fell onto her back, grunting and groaning as she fucked her hand.

Jack, on the other hand, was growling with disappointment as his cock began to shrink inside the sleeve, reducing how much pleasure he could feel, but he was far slower to realize that it was actually happening. Perhaps he tried to simply not acknowledge his balls pulling up against his body and slowly melding into the rest, replaced by a new, eager slit quickly developing.

Suddenly, as that realization struck him, he gave a panicked yelp and pulled his pants down, hard enough that the button popped off.

“No no no, I don’t want to – no!” _ he protested, unwittingly flashing his now plain crotch to everyone else. “Why does it feel like, fuck, fuck, _fuck.”

He, too, collapsed onto the floor, squirming, as he tried to make sense of the new carnal sensations rushing through him as a pair of black, puffy lips formed where his male genitals had once been. A pair of puffy, leaky lips, already dripping with wetness, and accompanied by a devouring urge to fill himself with something. Without thinking, Jack reached out to grab the dildo that Eve had been using, still wet with her own desire, and guided it to that tingling spot between his legs. It felt fantastic just resting against a spot that sensitive, but he needed more, much more!

A little push, and the head popped inside him. Jack’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and soon he and Eve were grunting and groaning in unison as they explored their changed bodies.

“Why is this turning me on?” Sam whispered, a hint of desperation in his voice.

“There’s something in the air, like an aphrodisiac. Makes it really hard to… mm, to think,” Jennifer replied in an equally hushed voice. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to just fuck.

“We’ll just have to, fuck… god, doesn’t Eve look beautiful with a cock?” Sam asked, almost choking on his words as he suddenly felt Jennifer grinding against him, perhaps unwittingly. She was rubbing right up against his far too hard cock.

“I want to watch them fuck,” Jennifer admitted, her own gaze lingering on Jack desperately fucking himself with an oversized toy. A man with a needy, wet pussy triggered something in her, something she’d never really thought about before. “But maybe we shouldn’t.”

“Yeah,” Sam breathed. “That’s what they want us to do.”

It took every solitary ounce of his willpower to not push Jennifer over, pin her down, and fuck her raw like a stallion in rut. She would’ve welcomed it, too. The crotch of her pants was visibly wet, dark with her plentiful arousal. But they resisted the urge together, holding each other just tightly enough to prevent any impulsive moves.

Jack came with a loud, shameless moan. His entire body tensed up for a second, and then he was squirming and thrashing as he reached his peak, his cold and aggressive demeanor melting away entirely into overwhelming pleasure and lust. Eve wasn’t far behind, groaning as her new, fully grown cock twitched inside the sleeve she’d snatched up, and though her audience couldn’t see it happen, the feverish bucking of her hips and her stuttering breath made it entirely obvious that she was cumming, and hard.

“Okay. Okay. Fuck it. I’m done,” Jack panted. As the blinding pleasure of his orgasm ebbed, he began to look more and more concerned about the loss of his beloved cock and balls, but at the same time, he swallowed the fear down, just as his years of being a high-powered executive had taught him to do. “Let’s get out of here. Please.”

Eve was a little more affected. She stood up on wobbly legs, the sleeve falling off her cock. And that cock was huge. It was big enough to almost reach her knees when flaccid, and it didn’t look remotely human. It was a horse’s shaft, attached to her petite body, seamless integrated into the black rubber that covered most of her, and from how it twitched, perfectly wired into her nervous system too.

She was giggling.

“Wooow,” the cheerleader moaned, dragging out the word. “That was amazing! No wonder boys want to fuck all the time!”

Eve batted at her obscenely large cock, giggling again as it bounced. She seemed totally drunk on pleasure, to the point she barely seemed to remember where she was. Maybe it was for the best, Sam reasoned. He and Jennifer reluctantly let go of each other. Even his legs were trembling, and the black goo was very close to reaching his cock, now. It was only a few centimeters away from beginning to spread over the base of his cock, now.

Would he grow a pussy, too? Would he end up so needy that he fucked absolutely anything? That was clearly their captor’s intent. Turning all four them of them into horny mascots to be rented out to… god only knew what, football teams, bachelor parties…

Just then, he could feel the first warm touch of the transformation on his shaft. But rather than immediately stop to panic or worry about it – or worse yet, succumb to the pleasure that shot up his spine – Sam gritted his teeth and nodded.

“Yeah, let’s continue,” he choked out. “How big could this place be?”

“We could just stay,” Eve grinned. “I promise having a pussy isn’t that bad.”

Tempting as the offer was on some base level of their minds, the four still continued on. The next door read Masking Room, which was perhaps the most threatening two words Jennifer had seen for a while. They had no choice, though. By now, the goo had fully covered her slit, and she could feel her clit throbbing with pleasure underneath it. It’d only be a matter of time before she ended up with a huge, sexy horsecock like Eve, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist touching it, stroking it, sucking it, cumming all over herself or filling her partners, unless she hurried up and got out of there before it happened.

She pulled the door open and stepped through.

The room that she emerged into was pitch black, at first. Then, a spotlight snapped on, blindingly bright, sweeping across the room before settling in the middle, highlighting a display of sorts. In front of them, held on four displays, were four masks. A raccoon, a ferret, a big cat of some kind, and a wolf. Two, given by the cartoon logic of eyelashes and eyeshadow, were “female” and all four had permanent smiles stuck on their exaggerated muzzles.

“Now that you’ve seen everything we have to offer,” the loudspeakers suddenly announced, loudly enough that it made Jennifer jump, “Why not finish your personal transformation and join us?”

Jennifer stepped closer, ignoring the tingling warmth inside her that was quickly starting to grow into something harder and much more traditionally masculine. Even if she grew a cock, she certainly wasn’t going to succumb to its urges like some kind of caveman!

The masks were glistening, as if they weren’t quite finished, which they probably couldn’t be before being worn by their victims. The material was the same as the goo from earlier that still marked the four acquaintances, but a little more solidified.

“Same stuff?” Sam asked. He had evidently figured it out just as quickly as the professor.

“Same. Definitely don’t put these on,” Jennifer cautioned.

“And why not?” Jack growled. “I’m a freak. Nobody will do any kind of business with me in this state. I have a goddamn pussy so I can’t even enjoy sex! At this point the easy way out is the only way,” he added, working himself into ever more intense depths of anger.

“Giving up that easily? Look, even if we-“

While the rest of them were arguing, Eve approached the masks quietly. She looked at them, briefly considering her options. She could try finding a way out. Or she could not. Instead, she could just put on the mask and embrace a whole new career. It wasn’t too different from cheerleading, except that she’d be happier, and she’d have a cock. Nobody was there to stop her, either, so the cheerleader picked up the raccoon mask – the thought of being a sexy raccoon amused her at least a little – and slipped it on.

The world faded away into a pleasant, fuzzy darkness as the material bonded with her head, the nearly liquid inside soaking into her skull and deeper yet, into the very seat of her mind, to establish a more fun and pleasurable personality.

It felt like her head was filled with cotton. Or cotton candy. Pink and fluffy, obscuring every attempt a thinking about anything except the mask’s own personality – a happy-go-lucky bimbo of a raccoon – slowly subsuming her own, or at least, merging with the suitable parts of her normally rather cheery self.

When they noticed what she had done, the remaining three fell quiet. Then, Jack rushed up to her.

“Don’t do this to me!” he yelled, shaking the dazed-looking Eve and trying to pull the head off, but it had already become a permanent part of her, leaving her looking like a curvy mascot, or perhaps a sex toy. “I didn’t mean we should just give up! We still had a chance to escape, for fuck’s sake!”

He turned around. “Come help me get this shit off her-“ he ordered Jennifer and Sam, entirely unaware that Eve had just opened her eyes. She grabbed the big cat mask off the rack, faster than any of the others could react, and pushed it down onto Jack’s head. He immediately went quiet and collapsed onto the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.

Sam and Jennifer watched with morbid fascination – and a strange, unwanted arousal creeping up both their spines – as the transformations were finished. Eve couldn’t seem to stop smiling and giggling as she immediately got to work fingering Jack’s leaking pussy.

It didn’t help that the aphrodisiacs from the toy room lingered. It’d be so easy for them to put the masks on, too, and wave goodbye to the world. Certainly, Eve seemed to enjoy herself, but there was that whole aspect of sacrificing your very identity, letting the cursed masks overwrite everything there was of you.

Then, Jack moaned, his eyes suddenly snapping open and filled with lusty adoration for the beautiful raccoon climbing atop him, her cock rock-hard and ready for breeding. Only she didn’t stop to push it into that weeping, tingly slit between his legs. Instead, she pulled him into a sitting position.

“Stay just like that for me,” she giggled, and then positioned that throbbing shaft at Jack’s ear. “Let’s make sure neither of us has any second thoughts!”

And then she thrust hard, the other toon’s ear stretching effortlessly to accommodate her girth. Directly into Jack’s head. His eyes rolled back in a blank expression of bliss as the raccoon, presumably, swiftly fucked all the thoughts from his head. There didn’t seem to be any pain, nothing but pure bliss, increasing with each thrust. Sam and Jennifer could only imagine how it felt, trembling against each other as the transformative black rubber crept up their bodies, too. The temptation to just give in and skip worrying about the changes was appealing, but being a semi-conscious fucktoy was far less so.

Or was it?

“What do we do?” she whispered, hoarsely, to Sam.

“We don’t put the… nnngh, fuck, I think… my cock is disappearing,” he groaned, instantly reaching to feel his crotch. Indeed, he found none of the usual comforting hardness. He was plain, smooth, and yet the touch felt electric even before that plainness started puffing out into a feminine pubic mound.

“Yeah, mine is changing too,” Jennifer huffed. She could feel a demanding stiffness forming, and it swelled and grew with every beat of her heart. The masks seemed like a better and better idea. An excuse, at least, to just mate carelessly. To have sex without worrying about it, with anyone who wanted. And she’d be a cute wolf or ferret, sexier than she had ever been.

All she really had to do was take a mask. And then, maybe, let Eve rut her thoughts out too. It looked almost beautiful, the busty cheerleader fucking the other mascot’s ear with passionate abandon, scrambling whatever human thought remained in the former businessman’s head.

“How’s that even possible?” Jennifer asked, watching the lusty, yet rather impossible display.

“I don’t know. I think… it makes us like a mass of… I don’t know,” Sam huffed. He felt a tendril of goo push into him, and the feeling of it was like a slice of paradise. It felt so alien and so eerie and yet entirely welcome. Juices slowly began to build up around his growing folds, and then, to drip down his leg in an unmistakable, if unwanted, display of arousal.

At the same time, Jennifer’s new cock was pointing straight out. She felt dizzy even looking at the massive shaft. Twice so when trying to internalize that it was part of her now. Beneath, a pair of hefty balls just like Eve’s, even if she wasn’t quite as well-hung yet.

Suddenly she realized that, in her trancelike state of lust, Eve had already pulled out of Jack’s ear – leaving the big cat leaking convincing-looking cum with the kind of vapid smile only the truly thoughtless could have – and was nowhere to be seen. But the room was mostly empty. She couldn’t have gone anywhere! And that meant she had to be behind them.

“Watch out-“ Jennifer yelled, but too late; Eve slammed the ferret mask down on Sam’s head. He gave a muffled cry, cut short as he fell backwards, saved only by Eve catching him.

"Saved”, as if he hadn’t just lost everything.

The most perverse aspect of it all was that even though Jennifer knew this was all incredibly wrong, she was so incredibly turned on by watching it happen. This time, she didn’t even have the excuse of aphrodisiacs affecting her judgment. No, this was all her; her own twisted lust making her enjoy watching these people all get transformed into… horny animals, only rubbery and impossible.

“There you go!” Eve smiled, lowering Sam onto the floor as the mask did its work, reprogramming all there was of him. “Feeling all better now! Or soon, anyway!”

Then, she raised her head to look at Jennifer.

“You gotta hurry up, though! I need to get fucked too and we’re the only ones with cocks!”

“Ooh, this feels… so nice,” Sam – now a cartoon ferret, as impossible as that was – sighed as he opened his eyes. “It’s really not… that bad.”

“Right? So be a good girl and-“

Jennifer was already running. The door at the end of the room read EXIT in giant, glowing green letters. Jennifer rushed to try it, and it was, of course, locked. She banged on it with both hands, as if begging for the unlikely mercy of some unseen force, before slumping against the door with a whimper. Her last-ditch effort to escape her fate, ruined by a simple lock on a flimsy door.

“They’re not going to let us out, no matter what we do,” she cried, forgetting, if only for a brief merciful moment, that nobody who understood her fear could hear her anymore. The others were gone, their personalities subsumed into horny toons. “Are they?”

She didn’t want to admit it, but she was already fantasizing of just succumbing. Her cock, now just as large as Eve’s, certainly wanted her to, burning and throbbing with desire. At least, she needed to thrust it inside someone. Whatever else happened didn’t matter. Her eyes drifted to the masks again. Only the wolf remained.

At least I guess I’ll be a sexy bitch, she thought, with bittersweet anger boiling in her head. It wasn’t fair that she had to do it. Not in the slightest. Yet it was also the hottest thing the professor could even imagine, as she walked, stiff-legged, towards the mascot head that awaited her.

At least it looked like it wouldn’t hurt. Nor would getting her head fucked, if the others were anything to go by. Even Sam, the most hesitant of them, looked so blissfully happy now, fingering his dripping cunt and waiting to get properly stuffed while Eve teased him with her massive cock. But they seemed to be waiting for her. Whether it was whatever humanity remained in them wanting to share the moment, or just a corrupt urge to ruin her mind and body too, she didn’t know. But her fate was already sealed. She’d never be back to normal even if she managed to escape, not with her entire body being little more than a sex toy with an oversized cock.

Slowly, she picked up the mask. It felt heavy and warm in her hands, the substance seeming to resonate with the goo that covered most of her body. In any other circumstance, the professor would’ve found it endlessly fascinating, worthy of studying for years and writing several books about it. But right now, she couldn’t think of anything particularly smart. She just wanted it to be over, and going out in a blaze of pleasure was better than starving.

Don’t do it, she told herself.

Just do it, get it over with, she also told herself.

Slowly, yet with her heart beating so rapidly it felt like it was about to burst through her chest, Jennifer sank to her knees, and pulled the mask over her head. The world went dark, and her body numb. For a moment there was nothing at all, just a pleasant void. Then, slowly, she could feel whatever the substance was slowly soaking into her body, like a reanimating warmth. With the warmth came a growing horniness, surpassing what she had felt before by a large margin, hollowing her out with such a ravenous hunger that she would’ve eagerly fucked anything in sight.

This is going to be fun, whispered an inner voice that wasn’t her own.

The anxiety and fear that Jennifer had been feeling faded into that stretchy, rubbery new being that she was becoming. The warmth had turned into heat. She could feel every part of herself finishing their transformations into more cartoony proportions. A rounder ass, larger breasts, and though her cock didn’t grow any longer, she was acutely aware of it again as pleasure jolted through her body.

She wasn’t a professor. What a weird thought! Jennifer realized she must’ve been dreaming. She was – and had always been – Jenny the wolf, an eager, dominant bitch who’d happily fuck anyone who asked for it!

But then, why did it feel like she was surrendering? She didn’t surrender! She always came out on top! Sure, she might not have been the brightest of the bunch, but she was brave, strong, and had a big cock!

What kind of personalities did the others receive? I hope they’re just as sexy as mine.

There was an actual submission to it, of course. Jennifer’s original self shrinking away. While her new hybrid personality was dominant and eager, she still had to let it take over fully, to surrender to it. Those sensations, felt at the same time, nearly shattered Jennifer’s mind, leaving what little worries remained scattered like dust in her mind, errant fragments of her previous thoughts floating distant and unimportant in her otherwise empty mind.

-this isn’t what you are-

She opened her eyes. For a brief moment, her vision swirled and swam, before coming into focus. Everything looked different; the gloomy and dark industrial locale was now bright and colorful, just like every day of her future life would be.

-it’s not real, the mask is lying-

Only one obstacle remained: Jennifer had to forget about her former life, first. It simply wouldn’t do to have the company’s new flagship mascots suddenly break down as memories of their older selves suddenly surfaced.

-no, don’t-

Jennifer looked towards Eve, who grinned and approached. The Jennifer of the past had found those cartoony proportions and the exaggerated cocks intimidating. Now, they were the most beautiful thing. She offered her head eagerly. What a weird system they had, where one had to get fucked like-

-stop, get out, don’t let her-

Eve thrust into her big, sensitive ear. It felt like relief. Relief from thinking, relief from her old memories, feeling that thick cock push into her stretchy skull and scramble her thoughts. Jennifer’s own cock throbbed hard. It was like every inch of her body had suddenly become an erogenous zone. She let out another breathy moan as Eve, thrust after thrust, fucked out what little sense remained in her rubbery head.

It was beyond wonderful, like having a deep itch scratched while also having her whole being fucked at once. She throbbed again, harder, feeling an unfamiliar but yet recognizable pressure growing in her heavy new balls. It didn’t take much thinking to figure out what it meant, which was good, because she wasn’t able to think at all.

“Mm, remember to put the tip in your mouth when you cum,” the raccoon giggled. “The taste is amazing.”

It sounded perfectly logical in her dazed and mindless state, so Jennifer did as suggested, opening her mouth wide and taking in the flared tip of her cock. It felt comforting to suckle on it, and the precum leaking from the tip was tasty, so she kept sucking while having her brains fucked out.

Her orgasm came almost violently. One moment she was happily suckling away on her beautiful horsecock, the next her mouth was flooding with cum that tasted sweet, almost like honey, and the taste instantly made her gulp it down eagerly. At the same time, she heard a muffled grunt from Eve and then an explosion of warmth in her head and swirling colors in her vision, as the former cheerleader filled her head with cum, sealing her fate as what she was now; a horny, happy mascot with little on her mind except sex.

She giggled as Eve pulled out. But that empty-headed happiness was accompanied by a whole new feeling; dominance. It took her only a few seconds to see Sam still on his back, legs spread wide in invitation, and she pounced that opportunity instantly.

“Someone’s a horny bitch,” she growled playfully, in a voice that only vaguely sounded like her own.

“Mm, and I need that big sexy horsecock of yours,” the ferret purred in response, sliding a pair of fingers into his pussy to spread the lips open for Jennifer.

In any other combination of circumstances, Jennifer would’ve easily refused. She wasn’t a lesbian. She didn’t usually have a cock. She didn’t fuck strangers. But that was the old Jennifer the human. Jennifer the wolf was a pansexual slut who loved meeting new people by way of her cock in their orifices of choice! And so, as if magnetized, she knelt between Sam’s thick, welcoming thighs, staring at the exaggerated and leaky groove of his pussy.

Just having a cock hadn’t been enough to compel her to slide it into anyone. But now, she finally felt that needy, gnawing desire. She grabbed his heavy, throbbing cock, and pushed the tip against Sam’s burning hot body. Jennifer didn’t even want to fight it. This was her whole purpose, after all. Realizing that, she tensed her hips and pushed.

It was wonderful, beautiful. Jennifer moaned as she effortlessly pushed her massive cock deep into Sam’s body, feeling his inner walls massage every inch of her. His new body was designed for it, of course, to adapt to any cock size and pleasure them as much as possible. It felt so heavenly that she couldn’t hold back a giggle as she started thrusting. She went with a steady pace at first, instinct-honed and driven purely by lust, thumping into the moaning ferret’s body while savoring the sensation of his heat squeezing her so tightly.

Mm. If this is what being a toy feels like, I don’t think I mind at all, the fragmented remains of her cum-soaked human mind echoed.

Of course I don’t, I love being a good fucktoy, replied the mascot personality that was now hers. She couldn’t wait to be put to proper use at parties, but first, she just had to finish pumping Sam full of her cum! Every movement was so intoxicatingly instinctive, her transformed body knowing exactly what to do and leaving the changed male beneath her squirming and moaning in ecstasy.

She would keep her name. Jennifer was a good name for a horny, silly wolf! Maybe Jenny would be easier to moan during sex, but it’d work either way! She rutted faster into that wet and clutching orifice, growling and whining with almost delirious joy. She could still taste her own cum on her lips and felt Eve’s oozing down her side of her head. Being splattered with cum all over felt right. She liked the smell of it, the feel of it, how it marked her as an appropriately horny slut in her new synthetic and yet animalistic body.

She fucked the ferret faster and faster, until his whole slender body was being rocked back and forth on the slick floor, until the room seemed to tremble with the sheer force of Jennifer’s thrusts. And yet those artificial instincts drove her to move her hips even quicker, to claim the male beneath her as her own, to thrust deeper than she realistically ever could, but tried to, anyway.

The pleasure only grew and grew, again, until it was all-consuming, until nothing but the sweet ecstasy of rutting a willing pussy – a pleasure she had never experienced before today – was all that existed in her narrow view of the world.

Jennifer let out a loud, proud howl of pleasure as the sensations peaked, and she hilted herself as deep inside Sam as she could reach; his body adapted easily, shaping itself around her equine cock, embracing every last inch of the massive equine cock just as it was designed to do. Jennifer held herself there, in that steamy caress of pleasure, letting her body do what it, in turn, was meant to. Now, all the pleasure was focused on her cock, which was surging with pure ecstasy as it bucked and jerked inside Sam’s depths.

And then she filled him. It was the best thing she’d ever felt, pleasure so concentrated she almost passed out again, delivered in orgasmic spasms as her cum flooded the ferret’s womb.

A shivering feeling of dominant pleasure resonated in her chest, accompanied by another lusty howl. Beneath her, Sam was almost unconscious with pleasure, his large ferret eyes having rolled back in his skull from how good being filled apparently felt, now. Eve and Jack were hard at work again, with the cheerleader between the cat’s legs and pounding into him so hard the sound echoed in the room.

Jennifer curled up – effortlessly, owing to her new amorphous and stretchy body – to lick her amazing cock clean, savoring the taste of both herself and Sam’s juices.

“That’s all of them transformed?” the voice on the speakers said, though nobody was listening. “Great. Okay. Clean them up and get them ready for shipping. We’ve got a ton of preorders for this group.”

A sudden hiss released a cloud of narcotic gas especially designed for the mascots, should they act out of line, or for quickly rendering them passive. And sure enough, all four immediately collapsed into deep slumber, during which the company that had stolen their very minds would prepare them for their first big party, this one for an upscale party of thrill-seeking upper-class men and women.

“You think they actually like it that much or is it just the masks doing it?” the people in the communications room discussed, evidently having left the microphone on.

“Think they like it. I mean, yeah, being a mascot helps, but I think that’s just an excuse,” a feminine voice replied. “Who doesn’t like being horny?”

“So really, we’re doing them a favor,” the man replied.

“Sure, yeah, if it helps you sleep at night we absolutely are, and if you want to, I’m sure we can arrange a promotion for you, too,” the other voice replied with a hint of amusement.

“Maybe when I’m ready to retire. Seems more fun than worrying about money with what we’re gonna be getting,” the man chuckled. “Hey, it's better than how we used to do it, anyway. Did you ever see the old costumes they used??”

Both voices went quiet, one with a hearty chuckle that grew more distant as the announcer left his post. Soon afterwards, the ventilation drained out most of the soporific mist from the room, and the doors swung open to where the mascots were still slumped down, tangled up with each other, and resting in their own rather sexual messes.

Men in protective suits hauled all four newly minted mascots out of the room, taking special care to clean off any remaining transformant that still clung to their bodies. Now, of course, being men employed by a rather immoral company, a few took turns with Sam and Jack as a little extra bonus for their diligent work. Not that either of the two minded it, barely aware of anything as they were, and would remain, until their scheduled party.

And then the thousands of parties after that, all courtesy of the new and improved Mascot Factory.