The Rubber Lion Mask (Patreon)

As I wandered deeper into the store, I stumbled upon a corner that seemed to be shrouded in an unnatural darkness. There, tucked away on a dusty shelf, was a strange rubber lion mask. Its lifelike appearance and piercing pink eyes caught my attention. I reached out to pick it up, intrigued by its unusual design.

Unbeknownst to me, a small note that read "Not for Sale" had fallen to the floor, hidden beneath a pile of discarded costumes. Ignoring this warning, I decided to try the mask on in one of the dimly lit dressing rooms.

As I placed the mask over my head, an inexplicable sensation coursed through me. A strange goo began to leak from the mask, covering the back of my head and locking it in place. Panic surged within me as I tugged at the mask, but it refused to budge. A rubber tube snaked its way down my throat, silencing my scream for help. I could only gasp for air as another tube found its way into one of my nostrils, granting me just enough breath to stay conscious.

The mask continued its transformation, releasing more rubber goo that slowly crept down my body, encasing me in a tight, inescapable embrace. My limbs were immobilized, and my hands morphed into lion paws, their dexterity reduced to useless mittens. The rubber molded around me, forming an O-shaped mouth that oozed a peculiar lube, sealing my lips in a permanent grin.

A collar, bearing the words "Good Toy," encircled my neck, locking it in place and preventing me from tilting my head in any direction. My eyes were concealed behind cartoon-style rubber lion eyes, trapping me in the visage of a grotesque mascot.

I struggled frantically to break free, but the rubber tightened its grip on me with each passing moment. The rubber goo takes on the form of a dildo. It then invades into my butt hole. Inside my ass, an inflation process began, causing the dildo to swell and expand. Outside the tube, An O-shaped hole began to emerge from the surface of the rubber surface connecting seamlessly with its interior. Some lube starts leaking out the hole as it's ready to use.

With all my strength, I struggled to free myself from the relentless rubber prison, but each attempt only resulted in the rubber snapping back tighter. As I fought against the inescapable embrace of the rubber, the shop owner appeared, his eyes wide with excitement. He had discovered my transformation and seemed pleased with his new acquisition. He knew the secret of the rubber lion mask and held its power over me. With a mere command, he forced me to sit and kneel, transforming me into a decorative toy for his store.

I was trapped in this bizarre form, forever a helpless toy at the mercy of the shop owner's whims. Every attempt to escape was thwarted by the rubber suit, which seemed to have a mind of its own. It would pull me back into the store whenever I ventured too close to the exit, ensuring that my secret remained hidden from the outside world.

No one else in the store seemed to notice the sinister transformation I had undergone. I was trapped in this twisted reality, forever a rubber lion toy, serving the shop owner's dark desires. My existence had become a living nightmare, hidden behind the facade of a harmless Halloween store, and no one, except the owner, knew the dreadful secret that lurked within.