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Mask of Jack-Orina (Link to Jack-O Valentine TG)
🕑 Added 2025-11-17 04:36:09 +0000 UTC
It wasn’t like every dungeon’s reward had to be amazing, but Link couldn’t help the disappointment at what his dive had led to, a worn wooden box opening up to reveal a simple black mask. Even the carvings were crude, two large triangles for eyes, one small for a nose and a jagged zigzagging mouth. A quick check of its stats revealed… nothing, at least nothing any of Purah’s systems could detect, the general analysis simply reading “mask, high durability, nothing of note.” Not content to just accept this as the final prize, Link did his due diligence, checking for secret switches, false walls and all the usual tricks. Nothing. He grumbled a bit, a rarity for his usually reserved persona, but he was alone and it wasn’t like there was anyone to hear him as he picked it up and prepared to stuff it next to the rest of his crafting jun-
“Hey!”
He looked down, shocked to see the inert mask suddenly glow with an eerie green light, the face on the front shifting to match as if it was talking as he looked around to make sure it wasn’t some kind of trick.
“Yes, you… awww I thought you’d be way more freaked out! This trick’s no fun if you just get all stoic like the other part of me. Wait where am I?”
Well at least Purah would enjoy having a new toy, Link a bit on guard but the childish glee and innocence of the mask was more reminiscent of an overeager brat which felt odd with how mature the voice could sound, the eyes on the mask glancing about the dungeon from its box.
“Woooow~ so this is that new universe my backup got sent to? Or is it the stuff I lost? Everything’s so fuzzy but I think my soul’s fine. Hey sorry to be a bother but uh, do ya mind just helping me out? Just lemme…”
Link was already regretting his dive for a travel partner that was chattier than most fairies, distracted by the mental routing he was plotting to offload it to Purah when the stationary mask suddenly flung itself out of the chest and onto his face.
“GEH OORGH!”
He expected it to hurt with such a thick slab slapping into his face, but it was almost more disturbing how soft and velvety the back side was, the whole surface warping to fit his features, his groans muffled as the mask latched on with a wet sounding plop. Something was flooding over his open eyes, keeping the lids open, thrusting into his ears, the whole thing humming as he tried to keep his lips closed only for the pulsating backside to gradually spread his lips till his jaw opened wide.
“Time for a treat! I know you’ll love this.”
A rush of sugary sweet syrup blasted down his throat, electrical pulses making him collapse to the ground as white, sticky fluids dribbled onto his tunic, bleaching the green article white as he felt the infectiously sweet concoction slosh down his throat and worm its way into every corner of his body as his skin hummed in time with the mask’s buzzing. He was fidgeting blindly, hands trying to rip off the mask between spasms, Link mortified to realize his cock was stiff for some ungodly reason as the unwanted pleasure made his faulty resistance all the more frantic.
“Geez it’s like you hate Candy Corn or something! Well sorry but I need a vessel to upload and if the Treat’s not doing it for you, seems like it’s time for Tricks!”
The velvety backside clamped further, Link’s entire face sealed vacuum tight as his scrunched features were pulled into a mold they weren’t meant to fill. The pulsating mask continued to pump him full, the sugar high making everything jittery and amped as his cheeks and chin shifted, joints cracking, groans rising as the sweetness burned away the lump in his throat. It should have hurt but if felt incredible as the mask pulled his nose into a cuter jut, his lips pinched and swollen into an exaggerated pucker as the folds sucked and squeezed the ridges of his brow, the sheafs of his skull, eyes so tightly plastered he couldn’t even cry as green light blasted into his retinas.
“UHHHNGH HHNNGGGH GAAAAAAAH~!”
It drilled into his skull, his hat falling to the floor as he came, gurgling incoherently through the gag of the mask as his blonde hair chaotically sprouted in tangles of red. He was losing his mind, his skull like a ripe melon being repeatedly battered, reformed and battered again, cheeks crimping, eyes uncomfortably massaged as the tight suck lengthened his eyelashes, the jelly angling as the green light burnt its color into his retinas. It was pure bliss.
“UHHHUHHHHNGH MMMGH OOOOAAAAH~!”
He howled like an animal, his cock unloading as it felt like the pleasure was cumming out his scalp, the pull of his crimson hair blanketing down his shifting clothing, his whole body being teased by loose folds of fabric as the runoff white splatters were simplifying into a mix between a straight jacket and a bodysuit. Extraneous pouches and buckles separated into buckles and straps, his hands scrabbling madly as they tore at the living fabric, a deep v forming as he desperately groped for the edges of the mask. He tugged, screaming as flashing lights tried to overwrite his conscious desires, his cock erupting as the insides of his tunic and tights were doused in the mask’s exiting goop, the stress of it all turning shoots of it white as he finally ripped the leaking mask off.
“Kff Kff Uuhhhngh what the hell was- What?!”
His voice was identical to the mask’s minus the tinny electronic quality, just sounding more mature. The ripping had torn off the top layer of skin all over, leaving his face freshly exfoliated, the maddening buzz still there as he stumbled towards a dimly lit mirror.
“Aww c’mon I already had one faulty transfer, don't just give up a quarter through the cul-de-sac. I promise you it’s way too late to- GAAAAAH~!”
The mask hadn’t stopped leaking, Link scowling as his hands were slathered in more gunk, this time black and red as he threw the mask to the ground, stomping on it with one foot and keeping it trapped as he inspected the damage.
“Hello. Spirits above I sound like… Save me Link… Ooh ooh noOOOH~!”
He had to bite a lip as his cock spasmed, turned on by his own moans, aware of just how juicy and moisturized his lips were as they smacked amidst the moaning, his tunic flattened and merged with his tights into one large white jumper and way too many belts. Purah could fix this couldn’t she? Hell with the white and red hair he might have seen this being one of her failed attempts at rejuvenation or something. He didn’t want these doughy lips, these wide, ringed eyes, even his eyebrows waxed and immaculate.
And yet as much as it horrified him, there was this fascination, Link in control of an utter sexpot’s voice and head, everything heightened beyond belief as the bodysuit continued to pool over his body. It was hypnotizing staring at himself, feeling the nice brush of the jumpsuit stroking his skin, hands clenched behind his back as the red and black splatters squeezed into leather gloves, the bones flexing and lengthening as Link suddenly realized his entire skeleton was beginning to rattle.
“Told ya it’s too late sucker! Time to get dirty!”
The mask shot out another gush of black and red goop, making Link slip as it crawled up his previously untouched boots, slapping onto the heels as he struggled to keep balance, groaning all the while his hands flexed and stretched outside his control. Soon his leather boots were shredding themselves open, calf high flatness shaved down to ankle straps that forced his to slender, the bottoms bright red as his feet were crushed into a pair of impractical heels that forced his soles to slip into with a series of dislocations and pops as he pitched face forward, the mask sliding out just in time to collide back onto his face.
“Hehehehe let’s play a little more. Feast on thiiiis~!”
“GLLLBGLLLNGH?!”
It went in waves, filling him with sugar before sending tingling beams of green, the mask mirroring his expressions as he struggled to hold on. Really that was all he could do, his slender feet and hands lost to him as every bone in his body felt like it was grinding, the goop circulating as his body flexed. A series of nauseating creaks and arousing pops echoed around his awkwardly posed form, Link groaning as a series of pumps and pressure built and resolved all over. It was most extreme in his lower half, his heels both squeezing as tibias and fibias gradually lengthened, the oversized jumpsuit growing less ill-fitting as his pelvis forced his ass to point sky high, the individual cheeks rumbling as he gained height.
Blood was rushing to his head, the world upside down as the mask beamed an image of his body in the mirror to his eyes, somehow letting him watch as rolls of muscle crawled up his exposed calves, his hips continuing to raise his ass higher as the joints in his knees rumbled inwards. Muscle teared with every growth, losing the knotty toughness from constant hiking and climbing and turning more flexible. There was a certain kind of arousal to the feeling of tension resolving with every meaty pop, the eyes on the mask twitching as he gurgled out pleased sounding moans as his pelvis finally winched apart.
If he could curse he would have, his cock essentially dislocated as the unbearably tender organ flopped inside the wriggling fabric, more of his skeleton grinding to tailor itself to the suit, the shoulders a bit tight till his grinded together. Starbursts of pain followed by sudden, shocking orgasms, Link unsure if he felt drained or filled as his nipples suddenly stiffened, his shoulder blades collapsing somehow less intense than the throbbing in his chest as the edge of his plunging neckline rubbed against them. They were tugging at something inside him, each pulse like two new cocks stroking themselves as the mask pumped more fluid in, but the second he gulped the sweet corruption he could feel it go down the wrong pipe, puddling underneath as he shrieked like a falling Bokoblin.
“Time for some treats! I’ll give you something really sweet now!”
He couldn’t think, too much blood pooling into his upside down head, even more keeping him rock hard as his pecs inflated like water balloons, his bony ass waving back and forth as his stretched form continued to tense, making the soft jiggling bursts of release in his chest all the more orgasmic. Whenever he wasn’t being pumped with more sweet meat to fill his pumpkins he was screaming in her voice, the voice of whoever this mask belonged to, whoever he was turning into, a dissociative feeling of some hot chick cumming her brains out adding to the upended haze as each growth sent his tits flopping and smacking against himself, the massive pumpkins smacking against his chin as the pleasure sent his vertebrae to stiffen.
“Wow you’re a real stick in the mud. Still holding on? Oh well…”
He didn’t know how, but he was managing to still cling to some form of his identity, actively slamming his face against the floor hoping to crack the mask changing him, only for his skeleton to give out first. His legs spread open, pulling his balls tight and slamming his tits into the ground, forcing him to roll back and forth over them as the orgasms chained. Then came his spine. The small of his back was flexing, his body not nearly limber enough to contort like this, Link shrieking as a sudden pop made him utterly numb. He was paralyzed for a few seconds, neck bent at an awkward angle which gave him a horrifying break from the ecstasy only for the second jolt to connect it all back and hit his psyche all at once.
Pop, numb, click, sensation. It rolled up and his spine, Link-O screaming as much like his back, his mind had reached a breaking point, stretching like taffy to fit what the mask wanted as he continued to feel his new tits make his brain spark and melt, his core firming up like a lifetime of aerobics courses had drilled into his figure, each cycle of numbness and ecstasy arching his back further, dragging in his ribcage, flaring his hips, his hourglass figure counting away the seconds to his identity as the same slithery feeling from his tits pulsed into his upraised bottom.
“Time for the real cream filling to get injected. Now stop resisting cause it’s time to yell it loud and proud, TRICK OR TREAT!”
There was still a lot of tension, especially in his brain, but now that the first cracks had formed it was go time. The mask started with a bit of coercion, the front usually mirroring whatever Link-O’s face did behind it, but now it was resisting, his fear and disgust controlled by a 1:1 inner copy, the mask slowly making him mirror its eager, happy, silly expressions, one by one while humming at concussion inducing speeds. It was like a deep tissue massage into his brain, Jink-O unable to see the giant halo forming above as the mask glowed even brighter, memory starting to fill his softening brain in a wave of tickly warm bliss.
“OOOH OOOOHEHEHEHE AHHHN W-HAAAAIT THIS I-ISN’T R-HIHIHIIIIGHT~?”
For once he could talk, that fact eclipsed by the fact he really really wanted to talk as the pointed halo spun, his hips shaking back and forth as they grew thicker by the shake. Something was leaving him, leaking out, but he couldn’t tell what it was and it just felt so much better to let it happen, an attempt to grimace at that thought turned into a bubbly smile as his loose cock was growing cramped between his inflating thighs.
“MMGH I-III WAS AHHHWAAAKEHHHNED~? O-OR DID IT F-HAHAHAAAIL~?!”
Something about the fractured nature of his thoughts felt right, Jink-O moaning and laughing as something deep between his thighs burst, his thighs squeezing as her tits and ass were both jostling merrily to her endurance testing stretch, the heat spilling into her ballsack as she felt something incredible plunge inside like two fun sized candy bars, new lips opening and gobbling them down as she finally collapsed. Her insides were all ooey gooey now, one last lollipop squirming between her fluffed up thighs, Jick-O struggling to remember just what she was trying to hold onto as she was so close to-
FLASH
And like that the thought was gone, the last of her seed unceremoniously splattered inside her bodysuit as she gave a derpy face, the force of the halo’s backup causing a few cracks to form from the force of the overwrite. Oh well, it couldn’t be that important if she was- Huh?
No she couldn’t just give up could she? Sh-She was a hero or something o-or- FLASH Feeling so good so- FLASH The cracks were getting larger, the backup in a war of attrition with the pride of a hero on the line, her master lollipop being internally licked as it shrank, each building FLASH forcing her to cum harder and harder. She tried resisting FLASH begging FLASH all of her memories stirred, the pure glee of the changes, the stoic mature voice warping into FLASHes of Aria as she remembered a nice, muscly hero in her FLASH
“YESSSSSS~!”
The mask popped off as the halo broke, Jack-O squealing as her pussy erupted in a delirious release of all her worries and troubles, her hair streaming messily around her as the sparking soul downloader strobed for a minute, the former hero stuttering in her squeals as as the folds of her pussy were flexed just as hard as her back had been.
The last thing they gave the new girl besides the fucking of a lifetime was a special treat, the shattered shards twinkling before turning into lollipops, the exhausted Jack-O moaning happily at the treat, her sugar levels definitely depleted after all that fun. She groped her curves with one hand while reaching for the treats, so happy to have a body back.
“Mmm~ this could be a weapon of mass destruction!”
She hadn’t been planning on fully taking over, but the annoying hero complex guy was so lame and anyone who didn’t give treats earned the tricks she doled out. Her suit was drenched though, Jack-O hopping back to her feet and kicking out some of the excess moisture onto some of his discarded tools, some dumb sword thing melting down into her ankh pendant, Jack-O limbering up some as she unwrapped one of her treats. Though now that she thought about it, was it really a good idea to just launch and upload onto the first host she found? Where the hell was she even?
Oh well she could worry about the consequences later. As long as there were treats and Halloween in this new world she’d be fine! And if she wasn’t… uh less fine but she’d manage. At least she’d be the only true owner of this body and wouldn’t have to worry about being disposable. As far as she was concerned, every day was gonna be Halloween from now on… as soon as she found out how to get out of this dungeon.
