The Rubberdex - #89 Muk (Patreon)

The mask had been heavy when it fell onto his head. Thick, slimy and impossible to get a good grip on, it had made his whole head feel like a fat, oozing blob of rubber.

This wasn't a normal mask. There would be no comforting cocoon of rubber creature to surround his body as he changed. This one took delight in changing its host whilst they were exposed.

Every breath gurgled and bubbled as his mouth distorted and stretched. Every movement rippled the flesh across his body while it sagged, and oozed over more of the skunk.

And soon he would know nothing but life as a pulsating mass of purple rubber...