Trade-off: A She-Mask Story

The Mask gripped the young woman’s hips tightly, tilting his from head side to side as he devoured her like a starving dog. She was close. He could hear it in her moans and see it in the beads of sweat drizzling down her clenched stomach, but it wasn’t until her thighs clamped down on his head that he knew it was time to deliver the coup de grace. Wrapping his lips around her pussy he dove his tongue into her, extending it to unnatural lengths so he could taste the full extent of her, before drawing it out slowly, gliding it across her clit.

She bucked hard. Her screams, lodged in her throat, came out only as ugly, guttural gasps. But he didn’t stop. Not until he’d wrung every last ounce of pleasure out of her. Pushing her legs apart he rose to one knee and furiously fingered her, knowing from experience and supernatural intuition exactly where her g-spot was, and that once she was over the edge it was remarkably easy to keep her going. The Mask stroked himself at the sight of her quivering and squirming, warming himself up to plunge himself into her, but stopped when he felt her hands pawing at him feebly. Obliging, but disappointed, he withdrew his fingers and released her from his thrall. After all, mortals needed their rest.

He rose to his feet, staring down at the fruits of his work. Her heaving chest wasn’t especially well-endowed. Neither were her hips and ass. In fact, she was rather skinny – lanky even. Her olive skin glistened with sweat from the exertion, and her usually well-maintained quaff of short, curly hair was frizzled and frayed like her mind. Her androgynous facial features suggested some kind of middle eastern ancestry, but she didn’t know exactly where she came from and didn’t much care to find out. All of this she was self-conscious of, she’d said so many times, but the Mask didn’t care. To him, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life, and soon she was going to be his wife.

He glanced sidelong into a nearby mirror. He was always aware of it, the thing wrapped around his head, the borrowed face he wore. Every second he felt it pumping him with power, but to see it reflected back at him, the hairless, slightly over-sized masked head of the other matching his movements, never failed to turn him on. From the top of his head to just under his chin, the rubbery, lime green skin was flawless and fused seamlessly with his normal human skin. It’s chiseled, exaggerated features, from the pronounced brow to the chiseled cheekbones to the protruding chin, was a testament to his id’s ideal, and the sight of his Olympian physique (and the twelve-inch cock that came with it) made it so that he couldn’t help but pose and admire it.

He was never truly in control of what he turned into once he submitted himself to the change. Male, female, somewhere in between, lithe, muscular, buxom. Even as years of use had made it so he had a measure of control over his actions, the heart wanted what the heart wanted, and he couldn’t deny the allure of the sheer variety of experiences his magical wooden friend had afforded him. No matter what form he took, though, his enlarged eyes always remained the same, and now their reflection stared back at him with feverish zeal, as they often did after one of his long, supernatural fuck-session. His dark green lips curled with a satisfied smile, dripping with the glistening nectar he’d drawn from his lover, revealing a line of perfect, pearly whites.

The young woman sat up, still catching her breath, and propped herself up with her hands. The Mask wiped his mouth and took the opportunity to lean in for a kiss, planting one before quickly realizing she wasn’t reciprocating.

“What’s the matter, Molly my love?” the Mask whispered before pressing his mouth into hers again.

Using her hands Molly shuffled back twice out of reach of the Mask’s lips. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

The Mask leaned forward on all fours like an animal. “Of course!” he said with a seductive hiss. “You can tell me anything.”

She flashed a quick smirk, and in the instant before she spoke the Mask knew what she was going to say.

“No, I mean...the other you.”

The Mask winced. It was too early for this. Normally he’d wear the mask all the way until morning – or at least until he’d had his fill – but it wasn’t just anyone asking him. This was Molly. For her he would have done just about anything she asked.

Crawling backwards off the bed he stood at the foot, looking down at her. “All right, then,” he said with a bounce of his eyebrow “See you later, sweetheart.”

He brought his fingers to the back of his head and dug into the crease along the back of his skull. When they found penetration he felt a shiver surge through him, and once all his little appendages found purchase, he pulled and groaned until, slowly, the seam came apart. As it did, his muscles shrank, along with everything else. Still, the mask clung stubbornly, clinging like glue to his human skin with taught, taffy-like strands even after pulling its anguished face a foot and a half away. The further it stretched, the more its rubbery countenance morphed into wood. Groans turned to moans and his voice warbled between octaves, using all of his effort and strength to achieve the premature separation.

Then, with a pop, it snapped off.

He stumbled backwards. In place of the Mask stood Nate, a lanky, cream-colored man with tussled, mousy brown hair...and a decidedly average sized dick.

He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He had to, otherwise he’d collapse. That’s what usually happened when your formerly God-like consciousness crashed back down to earth. When he opened his eyes, he looked down at the thing in his hands: a dark green wooden mask, seemingly hewn out of a plank of driftwood complete with grooves. It’s only defining features were the bronze strip lined with rivets which ran down the nose and the eye and mouth holes frozen in a perpetual state of shock and astonishment. Despite its ordinary appearance, it shimmered in the dim light, and already he felt the urge to put it back on. But that would have to wait. He had more important things to attend to.

Casually, he tossed the mask onto a nearby desk and returned his attention to the woman on the bed watching him. “Right so...” he paused, still winded, and took a few more deep breaths. “...so, what’s up?”

Molly bit her lip bashfully and glanced downwards. Nate thought something might be wrong, until she suddenly rose to her knees, erect, and looked at him with eyes filled with an intensity and hunger he’d never seen.

“I’m ready” she said.

Nate, caught off guard, could only smirk. “Ready for...”

Molly glanced around and shrugged, as if it were obvious. “To wear the mask!”

Nate opened his mouth like he was going to say something, then closed it. He knew this conversation was coming. He saw the way she looked at him when he put it on, when he transformed, when he fucked her. He knew someday being a spectator wasn’t going to be enough.

“I don’t know.” he finally said as he reached down and grabbed his underwear off the floor and slipped it on.

Molly scrunched her brow, clearly expecting a different response. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

Nate sat down on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees and planting his head in his palms.

“It took me...a really long time to have even...a little control over it. I mean it’s...” he tried to think of a way to describe the enormity of it. The life altering changes wearing and becoming the mask brings, but all he could think to say was: “...it’s a lot.”

Molly swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat next to him. “You don’t think I can handle it?”

Nate shrugged. “Maybe, you could...I mean probably,” he ran his fingers through his hair. “I just think I – we need to prepare you more for what it’ll do to you.”

There was an uncomfortable silence. Nate knew Molly was looking for a more substantial answer, but he couldn’t think of anything else meaningful to say.

He rubbed his hand on the small of her back. “We can talk about it tomorrow.”

After a moment Molly flashed a smile, which for Nate was enough. He stood up and walked over to the desk where he’d tossed the mask, picked it up by its eye holes, and turned it about, gazing at its insides, which shimmered with glints of green and purple. Clearly it wasn’t done with him yet.

He turned to Molly with a mischievous smile but saw that she’d already grabbed her phone and started scrolling, probably through her e-mails.

“Hey Mol?” Nate said. When Molly looked up at him, he waved the mask in the air. “Ready for round two?”

Molly’s expression seemed stuck somewhere between the feigned smile she was aiming for, the disappointment she felt, and her itching libido.

“I think I just want you tonight.”

Nate sighed and nodded. He walked over to the open closet on the far end of the room where, inside, beneath the hanging clothes and wedged between cardboard boxes on the floor, was an open lock box. He knelt down in front of it and carefully placed the mask inside. Once he closed the lid and pressed it down until it clicked, he scrambled the lock’s numerical code until he was satisfied that it was sufficiently random.

By the time he got back to the bed, Molly had already put on a t-shirt and shorts and slipped under the covers, propping herself up against the pillows and headboard, staring down through her glasses mounted on her nose at her little screen. Working for a big non-profit very rarely afforded her the chance to unplug, especially since hers was in the business of going after corrupt businesses. A 24/7 endeavor if ever there was one. Even her bosses told her take it easy, but she just couldn’t help herself.

“What can I say” she once said to him “my brains like the Energizer bunny. It just keeps going and going and going...”

Nate slid in next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her head close.

“We’re going to be married soon” Nate whispered in her ear.

Molly cracked a toothy, genuine smile. “Yeah.”

At first Molly had been somewhat suspicious of the idea of getting married. They already lived together, had a place, shared the bills and chores. What was the point of getting the government involved? Besides, she was never really one for the pomp and ceremony. As the date drew closer, though, and plans began to solidify for the little get together that they called a wedding, Molly’s tune changed from apathy to kind of sort of being into it, until Nate swore she was more excited about the notion than he was...at least when the job didn’t pull her away.

“Can’t they just leave you alone?” Nate said, trying his best to hide his irritation.

Molly finally turned her phone off and set it aside. Nate figured it wasn’t because her work was done (since she kept glancing at the phone nervously every few seconds) but because she was sensitive to just how much it pulled her away from him. In fact, the Mask probably spent more time with her than he did.

Nate pulled her in tighter and could feel the tension in her body, but after a few minutes with his arm around her she finally relaxed.

“You know I’ve thought a lot about what I’d be” she said.

“What you’d be?” Nate took a moment to realize what she meant. “If you wore the mask?”

Molly nodded. “I was thinking something like” she shimmied to sit up a bit and stared into the middle distance and held her hand out like she was projecting a vision “latex-clad dominatrix or, like, some kind of badass goth biker chick or something.” she nudged Nate. “Which would you prefer?”

Nate sighed. “That’s not really how it works.”

Molly’s smile vanished instantly. She slouched back down and lolled her head back, deflated.

“All right, Mr. Expert, how does it work?”

Nate looked up, searching for words to explain the unexplainable. He realized there was so much about the Mask that he hadn’t talked with her about, even after three years. For all she knew it was just a thing that made him hot and powerful. She didn’t know how he – or rather, the Mask – used to be...

“The mask...” he took a second to compile his thoughts more. “The mask doesn’t really take into account what you want and don’t want when you put it on. It just pulls from whatever desires you’ve got buried deep down – like, really deep down. It’s still you but it’s like it...rearranges your insides, puts that deep shit to the outside to create this...other you...and...” his thoughts trailed off. “...it can be a lot to deal with.”

Despite Molly’s rapt attention, he felt like he wasn’t getting it across. She touched his face and turned his head to face hers, staring into his eyes.

“Well, I think I have a pretty good idea what I want deep down.” She kissed him with the kind of tender kiss she reserved only for him, not the Mask. When she pulled away, she looked at him a second longer, than rolled over and laid on her side, facing away from him. “I should probably get to sleep.”

Nate sat up a moment longer, feeling like there was something left unsaid, something unfinished. When Molly’s adjustments under the covers stopped, Nate stopped waiting for closure and lied down himself, facing her and resting his hand over her waist and on her belly.

“Good night my love” he whispered in her ear.

Molly often said she wasn’t a fan of soppy words like that, but the giggle she gave said otherwise. Small victories. Soon Nate’s itch for the mask faded and he finally managed to drift off to sleep.

- - - - -

“Nate”

Nate groaned and rolled over.

“Nate, wake up.”

He opened his eyes. The light was on, which was strange. It took a moment for him to orient himself and realize he hadn’t dreamed Molly calling his name, but when he did, he snapped up to face the direction her voice came from. What he saw made his blood ran cold.

Molly stood naked in the middle of the room, her breathing excited and shuddering. Over her stomach, clutched with both hands, was the mask, facing outwards, as if she were displaying it for him. Nate looked over to the closet and saw that the lock box was open.

Molly followed his gaze. “I watched you put the combination in weeks ago when you weren’t looking.”

Nate was too shocked to be angry. “Molly,” he said, “Molly just hold on a sec.”

Molly shook her head. “I can’t keep wondering, Nate. I want to meet her” the corners of her mouth curled into a fanatical smile “I want to be her.”

Nate could hear the desperation in her voice, and he knew then that he couldn’t stop what was about to happen, but he had to try.

“Listen to me, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into” he slowly moved to stand up. “Putting that mask on is going to change your life in ways you’re never going to come back from.”

“I know” she said resolutely. “But I need the change, Nate. And I want you to be here to see it.”

Nate finally reached his feet, wondering if he could lunge fast enough to snatch it from her hand, or at least get it on his face rather than hers, but Molly smirked, eyeing Nate up and down. He knew she was reading his intentions like a book.

Molly took a deep breath and smiled. “Say hello for me, will ya.”

She quickly raised the mask to her face.

“Wait, Molly!”

But it was too late. With a flash of green it latched to her. Nate knew what she was feeling at that moment. The first surge. The point where you realized you’re past the point of no return and that any illusion that you were in control vanished. That’s when you panicked. That’s when the doubt rushed in and you fumbled at the quickly melting edge of the mask, trying to pull it off and give it another thought. But the time for thinking was over. The Mask had you now. Nate watched all those emotions flash through Molly’s eyes in seconds, helpless to intervene.

A mass of rubbery tendrils leapt from the edges of the mask, clamping down on the back of Molly’s head and squeezing. Molly let out a guttural moan as she writhed and twisted, barely standing as the mask pumped wave after wave of pleasure into her rapidly mutating brain. The Molly Nate knew was being swallowed, devoured, consumed in every sense of the world.

Her skin rippled as fat and muscle tissue rearranged themselves up and down her body. Her breasts ballooned, and her upper body tilted forward with the new weight. She only just managed to brace herself against a nearby chair when her ass bubbled outwards, and her waist cinched.

Molly’s screaming moans were stifled by the mask, still wrapped rigid around her skull, but the volume increased as bright green lines of light traced their way along the grooves of the wood. Her eyes rolled back, and as the light reached them, they burst with a light of their own, same with her mouth. She bolted upright, arms seizing and held out spread eagle like she was gripping a live wire.

Nate had never seen this from the outside before. He couldn’t lie, it turned him on.

Here we go, he thought.

With one, final wail, Molly spun into a whirlwind of green smoke, green light, and green lightning. Her voice pitched and warbled as the other finally emerged in full, and once her new, higher pitched voice seemed to settle into place, the spinning stopped on a dime, and Nate saw the obscured silhouette of a busty, voluptuous woman standing where Molly had been just seconds before.

The figure let out a long, exaggerated, sensual moan. “Mmmmm…wifeys home!”

The smoke began to dissipate, and more details of the masked woman emerged from the haze. Firstly, she was naked, and while her skin was Molly’s color, every other aspect of her body was re-arranged and transformed into the platonic ideal of a busty, curvaceous bombshell. A cascade of wavy blonde tumbled down off her over-sized, green skull, styled and bursting with volume all the way down to her shoulder blades. Parts of her features resembled Molly’s if Nate looked hard enough, but only because he knew them so well. To the passive observer, though, the lime green face looked inhumanly exaggerated, with a pronounced brow and cheeks sharper than a ship sinking iceberg.

She took another deep breath. shoulders rising, and at their peak her eyes snapped open, fixed like a magnet on Nate’s. Despite their wild look and exaggerated size, the iris’s were the same vibrant hazel brown as Molly’s. Her plump, red lips curled into a smile, revealing the standard issue mask chompers.

“Well, hello there,” she crossed the room in two steps and leaned down so that her face was mere inches from Nate’s. “I’m just waking up so maybe I’m a bit...spacey, but if I recall correctly, I do believe we are...” she snatched his quickly stiffening crotch “...matrimonially inclined.”

Nate gulped, realizing that he had to entertain her if he wanted to keep her from getting out and causing mayhem.

“We’re...” he adjusted himself “...we’re not married yet.”

The Mask stepped away, waving her hand dismissively. “Psh...technicality” she brought a hand down and stroked herself slowly “As if that’s ever stopped you.”

She looked him up and down, waiting for a response, probably one that involved him ripping his boxers off and shoving his dick inside of her. When he didn’t immediately do this, her disappointment came quick, but vanished just as fast as a new notion popped into her deranged mind.

“That said, if you need a little foreplay to rev you up...” She spun into a blur, reappearing seconds later with her hair tied up into a messy bun and an ill-fitting floral pattern apron just barely containing her front and rear. “How about a late-night snack.”

Before Nate could protest, the Mask zoomed towards him, and he felt himself lurch from where he was to...somewhere. A second later they stopped, and once his head stopped spinning, he realized he was in their kitchen, sitting at the table. The sound of carefree whistling and something sizzling drew his eye and he saw the Mask busy preparing a meal on the stove.

“I know how you like it” she said in a sing-song voice “over easy with your bacon niiiiice and greasy.”

With the precision of a master chef, she flipped the eggs from the skillet onto an already prepared plate, which she snatched up and carried with tiny little tip-toe steps over to where Nate sat.

“Nothing but the best for myyyyyy man.” she said as she slid the plate slowly down on the place mat in front of him.

The eggs and bacon were arranged like a smiley face, and Nate could feel the Mask’s eyes boring into him expectantly, waiting. Slowly, he grabbed the fork, cut a piece off, and slid it into his mouth. As he chewed the Mask leaned in ever so slightly so that her breasts pressed into the side of his head.

“Sooooo?” she said, “How is it?”

Nate looked up at the Mask. She bore her pearly whites and her eyes stared at him with a wild lust.

He swallowed “Good.”

The Mask squealed and clapped her hands. “I’m so glad,” she leaned forward. “Wanna know why it tastes so good?”

Nate wondered if it was a trick question, or if he really wanted to know the answer, but before he could think to respond the Mask lunged forward, placed her hands on his shoulder, and brought her lips right up to his ear.

“Because it’s made with love.”

He couldn’t deny how much he wanted it. He knew from experience that the allure of the Mask was impossible to resist, and even though having worn the mask granted him a measure of immunity, when faced with someone like this throwing themselves at you even the strongest wills eventually break.

The Mask stepped back, letting her fingers slide off. “Go ahead and finish your meal honey.”

Nate glanced back, but the Mask had vanished. He knew something was about to happen. There was no point in getting up because if he did the Mask might suddenly change their ‘game,’ which he absolutely did not want, because as far as Mask shenanigans go, this was fairly tame...at least so far. He took another bite, then another, his eyes darting with each one as he waited for the proverbial shoe to drop.

He jolted. A set of dexterous fingers snatched the hem of his boxer-briefs and pulled them down to his ankles. He was already half hard, but when he felt the Masks tongue snake it’s way around his dick, he very quickly filled the rest of the way. For a few more bites he pretended to ignore it, but when he felt lips kissing up and down his shaft, he couldn’t wait anymore. He leaned back and looked down, finding the Mask crouched on the floor, her mouth wide open on its way to swallow him. Her eyes made contact, and she froze, looking up innocently, feigning surprise at being caught in the act.

“Oh!” she pecked his tip with a kiss. “Don’t mind me. Just getting you warmed up.”

Nate, unable to say anything, just nodded and returned to eating. Mid-swallow, he felt her mouth snatch the entirety of him in her mouth and he just about choked as it drew an involuntary moan from his throat. Her lips glided up and down and all around, coating him in thick, dribbling coat of saliva. He clutched his armrests and braced himself as he felt the orgasm coming. She seemed to sense this, and on one, particularly exuberant glide she used her tongue to wrap around him and pull him deep until he felt her throat. Nate groaned, balls pulsating, pelvis spasming as he felt his sperm surge its way through him and out into the eager mouth. Every last bit of his load was met with an exuberant swallow, like she hadn’t had a drink in days.

Nate barely had time to come back to his senses when he felt the Mask release him and slip away, and when he looked under the table for her, he found that she was gone. Nate sighed, already trying to suss out her next move, but didn’t have to wait long because when he looked back up, he found the Mask waiting for him, lying on her back, knees bent, her feet planted on the tabletop, her eyes beckoning him with hunger. She no longer had her apron on.

She brought one leg out, then the other, so that she was on full display. “I need you inside of me.”

With one foot she stroked him, and Nate felt an energy surge into him. Within seconds he was fully erect. With nowhere else for this sudden influx of energy to go, he lunged at the Mask, snatched her legs, pulled her in, and furiously began stroking his shaft on her lips and clit. Breath shuddering, he looked down at the Mask, who bit her lip in anticipation.

It’s o.k. That’s Molly, he thought. That’s Molly under there. She wanted this.

He pulled his pelvis back, used his hand to line himself up, and plunged into of her. The Mask’s back arched and she clutched at the place mats. Nate felt like he was in heaven, with the soft, muscly walls of her tight pussy embracing him fully from the very first thrust. However amazing he felt, though, he knew that the Mask felt better. Practically like a God.

“Nggghhhoohhh...Breed me” she mewled “knock me up.”

Nate laughed. “It’s not knocking you up if we’re married.”

The Mask glanced down at him with feigned offense – or maybe real offense – which Nate had trouble taking seriously as he watched her bounce horizontally.

“Shut up!” she snapped playfully. “You think too much!”

They kept this up for five, ten, twenty minutes. Nate was surprised by his stamina (no doubt the Mask’s doing) but soon felt himself bumping up against the edge of release again, and his moans escalated.

“Don’t you dare pull out!” The Mask shouted.

She wrapped her legs around the small of Nate’s back, locking him in, but giving just enough wiggle room that he could still pound away. She screamed, her body twisting, eyes and mouth wide open, legs tightening like a vice grip. Nate screamed too, unable to hold it in anymore, and cum firehosed out of him and into the Mask’s womb. The Mask seemed to feel it, and her mouth dropped open. She quivered, eyes closed, voice caught in her throat. As the two of them drifted down from their orgasms, the Mask released Nate from her leggy grip, and he stumbled backwards, slipping out of her, a strand of sticky white goop still tethering her to her dribbling pussy.

“Mmmmmm, my womb is so fuuuuull” the Mask moaned.

Nate wondered if he could now convince her to take the mask off, but before he could say anything the Mask shot up, sitting erect on the edge of the table.

“I want more!” she giggled like a child. “I want MORE!”

Nate looked at her pussy and saw more and more of his cum squeeze out of her with every movement.

“I don’t think there’s a lot of room left?” he said.

The Mask’s eyes lit up, as if she were hoping for that response. “That’s where you’re wrong.”

She held out her hand daintily, like a lady inviting a man to dance. When his fingers touched her palm she snatched his hand, and with a lurching rush, yanked him to the bedroom in the blink of an eye. When Nate oriented himself again, he saw that the Mask now knelt in front of a fancy cheval mirror (which they absolutely did not own before) staring excitedly into his reflection’s eyes.

She gave him a mischievous smile, closed her eyes, and in seconds her hair receded into her head until she was completely, flawlessly bald. Nate looked at the seam on the back of the mask and had half a mind to snatch at it and try and pull the thing off himself, but as he eyed it, the seam began to shift and spread apart on its own. The Mask’s mouth dropped open once again as it basked in the process of a brand new, anatomically correct pussy forming on the back of her skull.

“You see, I’ve got all this big empty space in my head” she said, “and I need you to fill it aaaaallll up for me.” she glanced at him again in the mirror “Think you can manage it?”

Nate took a step forward, his pelvis level with her head. The Mask reached back with both hands, stroked his shins, and the familiar energy flowed into him, bringing him to full potency again. He looked into her eyes in the mirror, and they looked back at him with childlike excitement. She nodded.

Nate lined himself up, bounced his eyebrows, and with a thrust of his hips, he skull-fucked her.

“Mmmmhmhmhm” the Mask laughed. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she stuck her tongue out, playing up the fact that her brains were literally getting fucked out.

Nate watched the whole thing in the mirror both as spectator and participant. It felt just like a real thing with lips that gripped and dragged on his dick jealously. It didn’t take long at all for Nate to cum, and when he did, more semen poured out of him than he’d ever produced (unmasked, that is). Wave after wave hit the inside of whatever cavity the mask had created in her head, and with each one she gasped, head limp, cross-eyed, tongue lolling out of her mouth.

When the last drop had finally been squeezed, Nate drew himself out and remnants immediately started oozing from the slit, stopped only by the mask morphing and merging to close the opening, sealing it’s contents inside.

The Mask clutched her head and closed her eyes. “Hehehe...I have you on my mind...literally.”

Nate stepped back and watched the Mask bask in the afterglow. He could only imagine what was going on inside that green head of hers.

Suddenly the Mask leapt to her feet and whipped around, grinning ear to ear. “Let’s rob a bank!”

Nate knew this was coming. There was only so much sex could do to appease a first-time wearer. He had to be delicate. Talk her down.

“I mean, we could but–”

“No, you’re right,” she stroked her chin, then her eyes went wild. “Let’s blow up a building. I bet there’s some corporate fat cats whose day we could really–“

“NO!”

Nate didn’t mean to say it that loud. He looked at the Mask, expecting it to be angry at being so boldly rebuked, but instead she just looked confused, almost concerned. Nate knew then that the ball was in his court. He walked up to the Mask and stood in front of her. “Maybe we should just...lie in bed together and...cuddle?”

The Mask studied his face, then smiled. “Oh, I get it” she said, “you want me all to yourself tonight?” she reached up and gripped Nate’s face. “Well...my husband...lucky for you...” she drew his face close “...I truly, deeply love you.”

She pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss, her lips grasping at his as her tongue danced inside his mouth and intermingled with his. It was the hottest kiss Nate had ever received in his life, and he felt a pang of sadness when she separated. He looked into her eyes, and in them he saw flashes of Molly’s affection for him behind the madness. No matter how much the mask transformed you, there were always parts of yourself that it never completely hid.

“Since we’re done doing it for the night” Nate ventured to bring his hand up and stroked the back of the mask itself “maybe you could...take the mask off?”

Nate thought he saw a brief hint of hurt on the Mask’s face, but it was gone in a flash, replaced with a gleam of mischief. “No way, Jose!” The Mask shoved Nate back and he toppled backwards onto their mattress. She was on him before he could sit up, wrapping her body around his so that they were totally intertwined. “You really want me to cut my debut short?”

She kissed him tenderly, nibbling on his ear, her fingers dancing along his chest as she giggled. Each move the Mask made against his body, every touch of her foot, her fingers, her hips, her breasts, all of it, seemed perfectly tuned to turn him on as much as possible. Nate couldn’t lie, it felt nice. This went on for nearly half an hour before the Mask finally began to settle.

After a few minutes of lying there:

“What do you think of the other me?” The Mask said.

It was such an out-of-left field question, and strangely earnest for the Mask in a way that didn’t seem at all like a trick question. The Mask continued before he could answer.

“I think the other me works too much. Don’t you agree? Of course you do. She’s so serious all the time. You’re pretty much the only person she opens up to and even then, not really.” She looked up into Nate’s eyes with adoration. “I’m glad she finally let me out, though.” She adjusted herself, pulling Nate in tighter. “God, I love being a submissive cum slut so much. I’m really look forward to getting to know you, you know. It’s a shame there’s not two masks so I can get some time with the other you, but you’ll do I think.”

The idea excited Nate, no doubt, but he wasn’t really one for hypotheticals. “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” he said.

The mask laughed and nuzzled into Nate’s neck. Nate wrapped his arm around her and finally allowed himself to relax. The worst, it seemed, was finally behind them.

“We really should go out on the town next time,” the Mask said just as Nate started to drift off.

Nate smiled. “Yeah, maybe next time.”

- - - - -

Molly wasn’t in bed when he woke up. He rolled over and looked at the clock: almost 11. As he sat up, he rubbed his neck, which ached. He didn’t realize having mask sex when not being the Mask would have such a toll on him, but it made sense. He looked to his right and saw the wooden mask laying on the floor in the corner – no doubt thrown there by Molly after she realized what had happened. He walked over and picked it up, turning it about before walking over to the lockbox and storing it away. Since it was a mechanical lock he couldn’t change the code, so even with it stored away he felt vulnerable. As much as Molly’s transgression was understandable, even expected, it still felt violating, something that would take time to forgive.

He heard the sound of the sink running in the kitchen, and after he garbed himself in some clothes from the floor he went to investigate, and found Molly standing at the sink, washing dishes, deep in thought.

“Morning” Nate said. Molly didn’t answer or even look at him. “You’re not at work?”

“I called in sick,” she said. “First time ever.”

He recognized it. The anger. The shame. The knowledge that you’ve unlocked something you can never put away or completely control.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Nate said, approaching her from behind.

Molly slammed the pan and brush into the sink, turned to face Nate, and braced herself on the edge of the counter with one hand.

“What’s there to talk about?” she snarled “That apparently your fiancé’s deepest darkest desire is to be some...slutty, bimbo, trad housewife?”

“It can change over time.”

“Oh! That’s good to know! Maybe soon I’ll turn into some OnlyFans e-girl getting fucked on camera for a live-audience. I’m sure your opinion of me is just going to sky-rocket then!”

She spun back around and furiously continued washing dishes, but within seconds, realizing the charade wasn’t fooling anyone, stopped and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

Nate walked to her side but didn’t touch her.

“I did...a lot of things when I first became the Mask. Things that made me feel...guilty...and ashamed.”

“Yeah, I know, I watched the news.”

“Let me finish. I kept trying to find ways of keeping me – the ‘real me’ – separate. Like, strictly separate.” he paused, memories of his early masked days flooding back. “And that didn’t really work. It was hard but after a while I just...accepted that what I become when I wore the mask was a part of me too. And you know what? After a while it got easier.” he grazed his fingers across the top of Molly’s hand. “Then I found you. Someone I could show it all to, me and...the other me, and not have to separate myself and live a lie.” Molly had stopped crying but stayed completely still. “What I’m trying to say is whatever the mask pulls out of you doesn’t erase the smart, confident, principled, kind person you are without it,” he touched her face. “That’s the person I fell in love with.”

Nate leaned in to kiss her, waited a moment to see if she wanted it, and when she closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, he planted it softly on her lips. He felt her relax, and with one hand reached around and softly stroked the small of her back. When their mouths separated, they pressed their foreheads together, leaning, each supporting the other’s weight. They smiled, eyes half closed, as they wobbled.

“You know what the worst part is?” Molly said “Being her was fun. A lot of fun.”

“I know.”

She didn’t say it, and he wasn’t about to tell her, but he knew that a part of her knew she was going to wear it again sooner or later. It couldn’t be helped. Once you’ve tasted what it was like to wear the mask nothing else compared. She’d pretend she didn’t need it, of course. She might even put up a show of how much she didn’t need it. At least for a few days, maybe a week, but it was going to happen. It was inevitable. Nate knew the next few months were going to be a whirlwind, full of anxiety, changes, ecstasies, and pleasures beyond belief. It would be hard and wild, but at least she had him there, which was a hell of a lot better than what he had.