Raptor Mask (Patreon)

(contains human male to anthro raptor TF, some muscle and lots of clothes shredding. Also I suck at titles.)

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Stupid Christmas decorations. The only thing sadder than seeing full aisle displays for winter in September was that people actually must buy it. There would be no other reason for stores to be wasting the space when they could, you know, be following the seasons.

With Halloween coming up, it really put Kevin in a bind. Cosplay was his thing, his passion. Well, one of them anyway. There was no fun going to a convention or party without some form of new threads to liven up people’s experience.

To say having a lackluster selection of costume props was an understatement. This store had barely gotten enough to fill an entire aisle. The back still filled out with more Christmas decorations. Whatever looked decent was almost exclusively for kids. It was like adults did not even know how to have fun these days.

Kevin was about to exit for another store when he spotted a tiny opportunity. Nestled on the higher pegs were an assortment of masks definitely meant for older people. Turned out to just be a typical vampire, Jason, Michael Myers, dinosaur assortment.

Wait, that last one caught Kevin’s attention enough for a second glance. There was only one left hanging on this peg which made him even curiouser. Plucking it into his hands, however, immediately told him the material was fairly cheap.  It was that kind of flimsy plastic that made you wonder if it was even plastic.

Although the face was not that bad. Kevin had no idea if it resembled some famous monster or just a generic reptile. Its snout was thick, but sleek in design, and definitely carnivore by the pointed teeth poking out between the lips. Oddly, the skin did not look scaly, or even painted with scales. Instead, it was a smoothly shined black with white streaks over the eyes, and white covering the lower jaw. That alone was a pretty cool design, but it was the crest of large yellow feathers that ran in a mohawk down the skull that sold Kevin.

This could make for a perfect costume piece next time he went to a furry convention at least. He always composed his best work of random bits modified to a purpose. He took off his glasses with one hand and brought the mask to his face with the other. The fit was a bit bigger than his face, but that did not matter. Dang thing did not even have a rubber band to hold it in place.

Which was why it alarmed Kevin when the mask did not slide off with his hand. A loud crinkling noise filled his ears, and from behind the peepholes, he could see the insides of the mask were...moving!

“What the fu-AAH!”

Like any reasonable person, Kevin dropped his glasses, grasping at the mask edges with both hands. With a hard yank, the thing pulled free while burning his face like one big band-aid.

Apparently, the mask did not like that either. Kevin could not push it that far away before it jumped back towards his face. He let out a panicked scream, watching the cheap mask wrap and mold in thin air. The edges expanded out, slithering into long tendrils that wrapped around his head. It slammed back on, muffling further screams, and this time no amount of pulling could get it off. Kevin could feel it expand and meld together, encasing him in black wrapping.

“N-no! Stop!” Kevin’s head pounded as he shook about. Hands clawed desperately at the material, only to find his hair vanishing under the sleek covering. “What’s happening? Someone help! AHH GRRRAAAWWW!!”

Han’s eyes shot open almost of their own volition, alarmed by the animal roar that echoed across the store. He blinked several times, fighting a wave of dizziness. The burning sensation stopped, along with the mask pushing down on his skull. At least he could move his mouth again, clicking his tongue, trying to rid it of a sudden dry sensation.

That flooded his mind with an array of unexpected sensations. Kevin gawked and croaked in an almost bird-like fashion, leaving him flabbergasted. He went cross-eyed as a hand reached up to touch his nose. Both eventually found it sticking out way further from his face than seconds ago. Some careful flexing of a much longer tongue told his senses this muzzle was also filled with many sharp teeth.

That was when Kevin noticed the reason for his dizziness was due to a sudden change in his vision. He would probably never need glasses ever again. That might be good because not only did Kevin step on them during his flailing, but he felt along his head to find he no longer had ears. Fortunately, his hearing significantly improved despite just having tiny holes among rubber-smooth skin.

He dashed over to the end of the aisle where a small mirror had hung for costume checking. It was not a raptor face that stared back; it was a raptor’s head. Kevin ran both hands along the slick skin of his black scalp and white jaw. Even the feathers felt real, tickling his senses as he combed a hand through them.

Under any normal circumstance this might have been rather nice, cool even. Having absolutely no idea what or why this was going on did little to help him appreciate the handsome Dino face gawking back. At least it was looking less out of place with his neck bulking up.

“Wait...GAWK!?” Kevin clasped at his neck, feeling a chilling coldness pour down across his human skin.

It did nothing to help. Skin shifted downward, almost like the sleek rubber parts were a living liquid. A few bones snapped as several new ones grew into place to make Kevin’s neck considerably longer. Tugging the collar down he gulped seeing that this was far from stopping. The black continued to blot out his back while white streamlined down the front of his neck to fill out his chest and stomach.

“Oh, no!” Kevin squeaked as his shirt itself got tighter. It was quickly pulled off and thrown to the ground with his regard for modesty. The police would surely understand a horrific transformation as the cause of indecent exposure.

Soon as the new rubbery skin set into place, the muscles under it stretched and strained in rapid development. Kevin’s jaw dropped, watching his pectorals puff out. His stomach tingled as calories melted away into a fit, toned surfboard. But his arms became the most impressive; swelling rich in metal bending power. He could not help cracking a smile after a test flex showed off his thick biceps.

At least he was turning into a strong, handsome dinosaur. That thought was some comfort as he watched his hands become black with white palms. There were some very severe cramps as his fingers become compelled to press together. Five digits merged into four, with a set of razor looking claws bursting out of their tips.

“Mmph!? Oh, that’s kind of cool.” Kevin mused, watching tufts of feathers break through his forearm’s skin. These were rich, but a soft grey color, unlike his golden crest. They still felt nice and soft growing on the underside of each forearm from elbow to wrist. An itching between his shoulders drew his attention back there. It took some angling with the mirror, but Kevin glimpsed more feathers roughly shaped like a dolphin’s dorsal fin growing out of his mid-back.

“Mommy, look, the bird is getting big!”

Kevin whipped his head surprisingly far to the left without having to turn the rest of his body. That would have almost surprised him if the little girl and her mother at the opposite end of the aisle had not topped his priorities.

They stared at each other for several minutes, trying to comprehend the scene presented for each other. Just as Kevin thought he might have an idea, a surge of pain pinched at the seat of his pants. Clawed reptile hands rested on the button, but he hesitated with other people present. That just made the pain mount until a large bulge pushed out the back seat.

Tearing off the button and zipper was surprisingly easy with claws. After a bit of awkward shifting, Kevin had no choice but to let the rear of his pants drop. The pressure from within helped push it down for him so a long lizard tail could fall out. It slapped across the cold stone floor and snaked its way around Kevin’s shoes, continuing to grow longer and thicker. A massive fan of the grey feathers grew out of either side of the tip to resemble a fishes fluke, while more poked out around the base at his rear for ‘fins.’ The relief was so amazing Kevin could not hold back a growl of pleasure, letting his jaw hang open with tongue out in a goofy smile. The new appendage twitched awkwardly for a while, trying to adjust to the new nerves.

The woman jerked back, utterly shocked at this. Turning several shades of red, she tugged her child’s hand to force them out of the aisle. “Honestly, some people!”

That almost mild reaction confused Kevin more than his horrific transformation. Did she think this was just a regular Tuesday night at Target?

“Nnggh!” Well, it would be nice if that was the case. Feeling the denim strained against his thighs soon had Kevin clawing at the remaining parts of his pants. They were growing even more muscular than his arms, becoming built for fast sprints and long jumps.

Kevin was more surprised by the little slit in the white rubber skin of his groin. At least he knew enough about birds and lizards that his junk withdrew into his body for protection. It was a much better alternative than flashing his dong at random shoppers.

“Mmmm, nice.” Kevin twisted slightly, catching his toned black backside in the mirror. It was too tempting not to give it a smack with a clawed hand, feeling and hearing a firm resistance on impact. Might as well enjoy the moment before animal control shows up.

A tingling around his shins made him look down again. They had also converted into slick, muscular skin underneath itchy wool socks. But that wouldn’t be a problem as Kevin felt his feet cringe and push at the insides of his shoes.

Several bulges formed in the fabric, only to be torn apart by massive claws growing out. The feet that exploded out of Kevin’s shoes were far from being human. Heels pulled back into a high arch with only the rim of socks left hanging on them. This rose him to stand balanced on his toes, of which he only had three huge ones. The inner ones were definitely the biggest, totting a claw several times larger than the others curved into a slicing sickle shape.

“Hah! Raptor feet! That is so awesome!” Kevin flexed his bigger toes several times, enjoying the way the claws clicked on the floor just like in those dinosaur park movies. He grunted softly and kicked his lengthy legs several times until the shoe pieces flew off.

A quick lookup found Kevin had grown taller too, almost reaching the top of the shelves. Tail gave a few more happy wags, studying his firm and fit body as it shined in the store lights. There were worse things to turn into than a slick, muscular raptor creature. He chuckled and knelt down to remove his socks, itching at his heels.

“HEY!”

Kevin froze the second both bits of wool ripped off. Craning his neck, he found himself nearly eye level with a young woman of blond hair. Unlike the last one, she was snapping gum with arms crossed, glaring down with heated intent. Before he could even muster a few words, she flicked the tip of his nose eliciting an annoyed growl.

“Those damn masks aren’t for trying on bub. Didn’t you even read the sign!?”

“Uh...” Kevin twisted his head to glance down the aisle. Having such a limber neck was going to take some getting used to, but he found no special signs. Only a metal plaque with some paper scraps torn across the edges. He could only direct his face back to the woman, looking surprisingly sheepish for a predator. “S-sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Well, you fuse with it, you buy it, champ. It’s not like those things can come off until Halloween’s over. Hope you still have your wallet around here.”

“Oh, um, yeah?” Kevin scooted over to dig through the shredded bits of his pants. Finding the leather-bound holder of currency was relatively easy.  As he stood up, a thought clicked into his mind, making him glance down at the woman again. “Don’t suppose you sell pants for lizard tails?”

The woman snorted and jerked a thumb across the way. “Anthro attire is behind the kid’s section. And don’t you dare try running off with that shining butt of yours.”

“Y-yes ma’am.” Kevin squeaked, hurrying past her into the clothing section of the store. Navigating for some decent cover while being as tall as a totem pole left him feeling way too exposed.

And to think he had thirty more days to make a costume for Halloween.