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The molly kicked in just as Richie strapped on the big Deadmau5 mask the promoter gave him. He couldn’t wait to go wild at this show–blow off some steam from last season’s hard work–and dance up on some hot slutty women.
“Feel okay in there?” the promoter asked, giving the unwieldy mask a thump.
“Feels great!” Richie replied, flexing his beefy arms. No way had anyone seen a dude his size party they way he planned–and with this mask on, he’d be the perfect spectacle. Fucked up raver chicks would be all over him.
The mask seemed to be have some kind of speakers in it, broadcasting the live music directly to his ears. As he started dancing, he noticed some cool flashy colors swirling and spiraling in front of his eyes. They made his head feel… nice and soft. He could almost hear a soft voice behind the music but they were too faint to make out. Soon his thoughts felt like warm cotton and he lost himself in the music… and what was that smell? Fragrant, delicious cheese.
Hours passed with Richie going into autopilot, bouncing from one hot sweaty whore to another. He was rock fucking hard and at one point a chick huddled up against him gave a hard squeeze of his throbbing tool, jerking him off while messed up people danced crazily around him, none the wiser.
His cock had never been more sensitive! Richie couldn’t form a thought beyond the sensations overwhelming him. He was hungry… getting tired… needed to cum, bad. Yet no matter how expertly the girl worked his dong, it was almost like he couldn’t cum.
He reached up to yank off the mask but it wouldn’t budge. Panic snapped him out of his daze enough to realize something was wrong. Still hornier than he’d ever been, desperate to cum and collapse into an exhausted pile, Richie stumbled around searching for the promoter.
When he found him, he grabbed the guy and demanded to have the mask removed.
“Easy, easy big fella… lemme take a look.” Richie’s heart pounded as the guy inspected the outside of the mask. “Okay, let’s see now… there we go.” Richie heard a click and the speakers and lights inside the mask went black. When the mask came off, Richie desperately gulped in air.
“Thanks,” he said, his mind still dull.
“No worries big man. The mask isn’t programmed to release until the full chemical dose is delivered.”
“Chemicals? Wha–” Richie froze as he felt a tingling in his mouth. His front teeth suddenly expanded somehow, sticking out from his lips, a nice buck-toothed overbite. Confused, he traced the outline of his clunky new teeth with his tongue.
Then his pants fell down, and Richie realized he was standing eye to eye with the promoter who’d been a half foot shorter than he was earlier. No, now the promoter was taller; Richie had to look up!
“You see, we run a very secret after party–unbelievably cutting edge, of course. Our guests are into the bizarre, and tonight they’re going to watch a bunch of former athletes try to navigate a maze. Hope you find the cheese before the others do!”
Richie could barely listen. Suddenly whiskers sprouted from his nose, overwhelming his brain with sensory stimulation. An insane itching above his ass grew to an unbearable degree before he suddenly felt a painful release–and whirled around to find a tail growing from his rear.
“That’s right,” the now huge promoter said to little Richie, whose shrinking slowed just as he found himself eye to eye with the promoter’s shoelaces. “We’ve got a nice little outfit for you to wear, too!” Richie turned to run but a giant hand snagged him by his new tail. He dangled painfully above the promoter’s giant face while another giant hand slid a leather harness on his body before dropping him into a plastic cage.
The changes had more or less stopped. He was halfway between human and mouse, animal features on his thick NFL-built body. He was unable to organize his awkward new mouth enough to communicate with anything other than squeaks. The giant world outside the cage made Richie queasy with fear, an emotion he wasn’t used to. The cage shook as the promoter walked and Richie wanted desperately to know where he would end up. He also desperately wanted some cheese.
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