He could feel it pushing from inside. He had fought it and hid it for a long time now, but on this particular night, there was no stopping it. The thick, round filter of a gasmask was pushing out from behind the raptor’s teeth, his lips starting to seal together. His skin was breaking out into patches of black, a dark rubber that grew increasingly glossy as it spread. He struggled and clawed dully at his face as it smoothed out and simplified, and old, familiar shape of a gasmask pressing out from beneath his skin. The body of a mindless sex drone had been waiting inside him all along, and it had finally come out to play.