What kind of person pretends to be a witch? This was the question distracting your mind as you visited the website for Danana’s Novelties. Danana whose profile picture looks for all the world like a picture of a witch taken from a Halloween costume catalogue claims to be a “creator and purveyor of cursed baubles and enchanted trinkets,” and an “actual witch.” The item descriptions on the site follow the general theme of witchery. As do the items themselves which include potions whose ingredients range from comically unbelievable (Rat tail, bronze shavings, and snake blood), to legally dubious (hallucinogenic mushrooms). What caught your eye though, and what brought you to the site in the first place, were Danana’s monster masks. These were wildly realistic depictions of demons and goblins. In all of the available photos their fangs and flesh seemed outstandingly realistic. You were overjoyed to find that rumors of Danana accepting commissions in her mask making were true. Thusly you e-mailed her regarding the details of a mask commission and received a surprisingly rapid response mere minutes after sending your e-mail.

You requested Danana to make a mask of your red panda character, and fursona, Ninty. The old woman assured you that she was up to the task and that the finished product would be of such high quality that you wouldn’t want to take it off. Well, her actual wording was that you “couldn’t take it off,” but you assumed this was a typing error. She took your measurements and ultimately gave you an amazing deal. She guaranteed that she would complete the mask in two weeks and would ask for payment after delivery. In preemptive response to your suspicion of her generosity she assured you that her customers typically decide to pay her handsomely for her masks. This sufficed as you were amazed with her work and could hardly wait to show the Ninty mask to your friends. It would surely be a hit at conventions. And so you and Danana sealed a deal and she went to work. Two frustrating and glacially-paced weeks passed and presently it is two weeks exactly from the day you placed your order.

You eagerly round the corner leading to your walkway.

“Oh, oh hell yessssss!” You say aloud. Sitting on the steps before your front door is the package whose arrival you have been anticipating. It could only be this particular package as it is wrapped in sparkling purple paper and is decorated with black cats and broomsticks. You had spent the preceding two weeks turning the corner of your yard only to be disappointed by the mocking lack of a package so this delivery is a huge relief. You rush to the steps and hoist the package under your arm. With a grin and mounting chuckles you unlock the front door and enter your modest townhouse.

You are thankful to be the first and only person home. You drop your bag onto the kitchen table and absently kick the door shut as you race to your room. Begrudgingly you drop the package onto your bed so that you can change into shorts. It is an especially hot summer day and you don’t want to stink up your prize with sweat. After fetching a wet cloth you wash your face. Finally feeling fresh you begin to tear into the wrapping paper with scissors. You cut the tape carefully and savor the exciting moment of unboxing the mask. The first sign of it that you find in the brown wrapping paper is, naturally, the triangular ears. When you find their tips you plunge your hands into the box and pull the smooth mask from the packing material. 

“Waahaha! It’s perfect. Oh my god it’s perfeeeect!” You say, admiring the craftsmanship of the mask. You are looking at the grinning face of Ninty. Made of latex the red-panda face is perfectly proportioned and handsome. You had instructed Danana to preserve his soft and ‘cartoonish’ design and she did this perfectly while also lending his face believable and fitting dimensions. You feel a surge of happiness and pride seeing your fursona so well presented. The mask feels soft and warm, you can’t resist trying it on.

You sit on your bed facing a full-body mirror and giddily slide the mask over your head. It fits snugly, but the smooth latex is very comfortable and its scent is exciting. You fuss with the mask to find the eyeholes and nose holes. 

“Hmmm, it’s a little hard to see. Might have to do something about the *hurrk*” You say before the mask seems to tighten. It takes a few panicked moments for you to realize that what is actually happening is the shiny material of the mask is spreading onto your skin and rapidly congealing into solidity. You tug at the mask, but find that not only is it irremovable, but that you can sense the outside of the mask as if it were your own rubbery skin. You are scared when the material coats your eyes and slides into your throat, but you are soon able to see and breathe as normal. And when you open your eyes you notice that the eyes of the mask in your reflection open as well. What’s more, they have taken on a life-like luster. You gasp for breath and Ninty’s muzzle opens.

“Huh *cough*wh—what’s- Ah! My voice.” You say. Your voice has become a bit deeper and the mask continues to mouth your speech. 

The latex continues to spread. It moves in surges, consuming your human skin and concealing it beneath the shiny black, and orange material. It patterns itself after Ninty and it rapidly dawns on you that you are, somehow, transforming into him. This is an entirely welcomed situation. In your excitement you reflect that Danana is apparently a ‘real witch’ afterall. You grin brightly at your reflection. Your upper body is almost completely coated. The coated areas are super-sensitive. When your hands become small and paw-like you curiously inspect your face and muzzle. You poke your button nose with a stubby claw and it twitches causing you to giggle in surprise.

You begin to feel excited in more ways than one. Pawing at your upper body causes soft squeaks, but you ignore them. As your penis begins to tent your shorts the material invades. It slides under your shorts and after consuming your cock, causes your transformed groin to bust out of the shorts which fall in tatters onto the bed. 

“Wooahh. Oh god.” You say. This transformation was completely welcomed in the first place, but any minor doubts you maintained fell away upon seeing your stiff and slick cock. With one hand rubbing a nipple, and with the latex continuing to transform you, you begin to masturbate. Your reaction is immediate. The soft latex of your new form redoubles the sexual pleasure. Your reflection, which of course shows Ninty lustily jerking off, only serves to make you more excited. Your tail fills in as a thick growth of lightweight latex. The signature stripes of red panda’s tail appear along its length. Though the sensation of the tail simply hanging from your backside is one that you have dreamed of feeling for a long time. Your legs are consumed finally by the latex. After Ninty’s cute foot-paws appear you begin to shrink as a whole by about half a foot. You choose to ignore what this final shift implies regarding the remains of your human body. If any bit of your old body remains that is.

“Huhhh, I’m really, nnff, him.” You speak in precisely the voice you’d always imagined Ninty would have. With your free hand you grope and poke our transformed body. Your skin feels like rubber; stiff but still a bit pliable. It bunches attractively at your joints and at your groin. You are able to get a frim, tight hold of your red-panda dick and it stretches a bit with every pump. You stroke with complete abandon and pant with your maw hanging open.

After a few minutes of masturbation you decide to test your body a bit. You rise and stand on your paws for the first time. The bouncy feeling of the paw pads is very enjoyable. The entire situation seems to you like a dream. You had imagined it many times before in fact. You approach a small chest which contains various and singular ‘toys.’ You choose the largest of these: A nearly foot long dildo with a safety stopper at one end. You take the tube of lotion as well and squirt some onto your hand. Your whole body feels delightfully slick and smooth. After lubricating the huge toy you kneel on the ground. You jut your ass and tail into the air and press the dildo against your ass hole. 

After pressing the dildo you find that your body is more pliable than you’d thought. With an electric feeling of pleasure the dildo easily slides inside you. The slickness of your rectum is compounded by the lotion on the toy. You are almost afraid of how deep it will go.

“Awwwww yeah. So deep.” You say as you lightly guide the dildo inch by inch into your rear. You have no idea where the dildo is probing within you, but soon you accept the entire foot of it into your ass. You have never felt so profoundly filled. Your rear hits the safety stopper with a slurp and a squeak. “Nnnno. Too big.” You resume your pumping with your face pressing into the carpet. The pleasure is so intense as to be exhausting. You pant and whine as your small paws pump at your shining rod. With your free hand you slap your ass and the dildo inside it. The resulting shudders quickly push you closer to climax.

When you do come your mouth releases an animal sound that you weren’t aware you could make. A loud and pleased yelp resounds in your room. It joins the loud squeaking of your cock as your pumping increases in ferventness. You hump into your hand as the seed, apparently unchanged by the transformation, falls to your carpeted floor. You wish you’d grabbed a towel, but of course this concern is far from your mind at this point. You groan softly into the soft carpet as you finish your climax.

At length you release your dick and sit up. You lay against the chest admiring your reflection in the mirror. With glazed over eyes and messy, lubricated hands you couldn’t be more content. The dildo remains firmly pinches in your ass and it continues to please you as you sit atop it inspecting your new appearance. You hold your tail and stroke it lovingly. You are unsure how much time passes as you test and prod yourself to be sure you aren’t dreaming. In any case your dick soon springs to life again. Your new form is apparently rather vigorous. You let out a sigh as you knead your testicles.

“I can’t believe this …. That witch is getting such a huge tip.” You say with a chuckle before happily masturbating once again.