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You were intrigued to try a bit of real facemask play. It looked horny, how it would alter the wearer’s features into something else, submitting their whole self into full coverage. It was hot when these guys invited you to join their threesome. Although there was something slightly not quite right about their behaviour. As they got you involved in their scene, you were beginning to feel strange: losing yourself, your identity, your humanity. As the facemask was securing itself and rewriting you, hardening your face and skin, adhering the rubber onto your flesh, remaking you. You had this sudden rush where you realised you were now home with your new brothers.

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one by one, each man was assimilated and succumbed to drone mentality. Overwritten with new commands and a desire to create more brothers.

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“Don’t be alarmed. I just thought your boyfriend could do with some improvements. I did warn you not to cross me, and that I had ways of dealing with people who tried to trick me. I simply paid a visit to your flat this morning, had a couple of my pigs kidnap him and brought him back here for, shall we say, some improvements. His mind has been simplified to focus on more important matters now, it was quite a thrill to see all that intelligence and education evaporate. I’m afraid this is all irreversible too. He’s now just a dumb obedient pig. We’ve loosened him up, made his hole nice and sloppy and hungry to enforce his programming too. I thought you’d like to see him, or should I refer to his new name ‘cunthole’, one last time before his new owner picks him up. That is… unless you’d like to join him?”

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"Allow me to introduce you to your new life, Mr Smith. In fact we'll be doing away with that whole name thing from now on. You effectively no longer exist"

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How pigmen are made

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“There… my fist will help push the seed in. You like that, yeah? Sorry to trick you like that, boss. It’s just when I heard you never get fucked, I sensed a challenge. Now you’re going to be recycled into a corrupted cum-hungry whore just like me”

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You breed and get bred, with the rubber allowing your fellow pigs access. To feed. The altered mindset, now tapped into a bigger scheme. Home, even. The pride and realisation of what you’ve become: You are a brother.

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