Living Suits!
I’m talking fursuits zipping themselves up! Symbiotes gooping a host. If there is a “costume” taking over a body. That is my god damn kink! Illustrator available for hire jamesnewland.co.uk | Twitter | Patreon | COMMISSION | Shop
(Note, this one’s a bit creepier, so it might go a bit off course before it gets sexual, but still, enjoy!)
Wear Me!
Greg wasn’t one for birthday parties, even when he was a kid. The sight of those creepy costumes sent shivers down his spine. The dull, lifeless eyes, the huge paws, or in some cases, claws, and the eerie feeling of being watched from within.
Though, it was his job now, or, at least, a part of his job. He was hired on by a small time business who rented out their shop for parties, and his job, aside from catering, waiting, and typical labor, was to try on most of the new costumes that were delivered.
His boss had a deal with many of the other companies to share a few costumes between locations, as to increase variety and possibly business, but mostly to stop the boring job of having to see the same generic characters every single day. Thankfully, some new costumes were occasionally added to the mix, while others were retired and thrown away, sold, or in some cases, stolen.
Thankfully he’d learned the intricacies of the costumes better now, being much older, this being his summer job before his return to school in the fall. He didn’t like it, he’d much have preferred just staying home, spending time with his friends, but as his dad said, “There’s a time for work, and a time for play”, and, well, Greg wasn’t too happy about it, but he accepted it.
Just like many college kids, Greg was tall, lanky, and slouched, much like the stoner kids he’d often been associated with, though, he hadn’t done it in years. His hair was somewhat bushy and curly, brown, and his eyes were a dark green. He had just a bit of stubble, but not enough to really call it a beard. For a guy, he found himself very…jumpy and afraid, he always was, but thankfully it had lessened in recent years.
Arriving late in the afternoon, the shop was beginning to close up, and he was tasked with the “Night Shift” tonight. Well, thankfully that meant he could relax from time to time, and spend a bit of time goofing off without the manager or supervisors eyeing him over his shoulders.
Lifting up the box that was placed at the back door, he inspected the address it had come from. It wasn’t familiar, but just by the company logo, a suited man giving a thumbs up, he felt the need to trust that this package was indeed a costume, especially after rattling it brought no explosions, scarring, or growling from within.
Dropping it onto the table in the back room, he quickly shut the door, locking it, and making sure there was no one who could possibly spy on him, he took off his jacket and laid it down, opening the box. He wasn’t too shy, but being caught with an animal costume being put on was a bit creepy, usually for both parties.
The box had smelled very…medical. Like disinfectant (thankfully) had been poured and wiped over whatever costume was within to ensure it was clean. A thick alcoholic smell filled his nostrils as he turned away. Within, a small card was laid, reading, “Wear Me!” in big white letters, with the company logo beneath. A bit strange, but hey, who was he to judge, at least they cleaned it!
Removing the card and setting it aside, his brow furrowed. The suit inside looked a bit…off. Even in the somewhat dim lighting, he was able to see that this suit was…shiny, almost like leather? Was this some sort of a gimmick character, like a biker or a “Cool Cat”? Lifting it out, the material most certainly was not leather, but instead, the soft, smooth feeling of rubber.
Was this some kind of a joke? This felt like something you’d find in a sex shop! Removing the suit, he set it down, and inside, was the head of the suit. Both the suit and head had thicker skin, like a suit typically would, not skin tight, though it seemed like the head was about as thin as the suit, which isn’t too typical. Usually the heads were much thicker, made to hide a head and appear “Anthropomorphic” like a cartoon character.
Grimacing a bit, he stared at the animal face,as it too glared back, staring into his eyes. The bright blue eyes of the mask stared back, as it’s brows almost seemed to furrow in a glare much like his own. The mouth hung open, revealing the long, slithering tongue, almost like a snake. This was strange, because, by all appearances, the animal was a rabbit.
“Hey there Kids!”
He dropped the head as he heard the suit speak loudly, finding it actually came from within the mask, and brushing his fingers over the button seemed to set it off. He stood back, weary, and sat down in the chair behind him. A jolt of fear ran through him, even if he had reason to understand it. This suit was creeping him out, and it definitely was a mix up from the store.
Quickly going to the corner, he leaned against the wall and opened his phone, dialing his boss. After a few rings, a groggy voice answered the phone. “Greg? Do you know what time it is?”
“Yes sir,” Greg looked over at the box, “And i apologize, but i have a question.”
“Well shoot then, you already woke me up.” The voice answered in a somewhat funny, if a bit serious tone.
Greg looked back down at the floor and spoke, “Did we maybe get a mixup with our drop off today? This costume is looking pretty wierd.”
“What drop off?” His boss asked.
“Try me on!”
Greg gripped the phone and looked over at the head, shaken a bit. “D-did you just say something else sir?”
“No? If we got another delivery, box it up and set it out for pickup, it was probably a mix-”, Greg cancelled the call, and turned to the suit.
Taking careful steps toward it, he stopped and looked down at the head. It could have pressed itself against the table and went off, but that still didn’t describe why it said…that. Making his moves quick, he put all the items back into the box and shut the lid, sealing it up.
Making his moves quick, he lifted the box, brought it to the front doors, and dropped it, clearly out of sight. Just as he went to go back in, he heard the muffled voice again, going stiff.
“Put me on!”
It almost sounded begging. Like a child begging for a candy bar, pleading for him to put the costume on. Whatever it was, he wanted to be away from it, and he wanted to be away from it now.
Going back inside, he locked the door, and checked all the entries and exits. He’d seen enough horror movies to know what happened. He’d turn around at the slightest bump, and the beast would leap on him and tear him apart.
Sitting down in the employee room again, he sat with his back to the wall, picking up his phone, and dialing the one person he knew would be able to help, his friend Steve. Steve was a cool guy, much opposite Greg. He was tough, sporting a leather jacket, somewhat long ginger hair, which was often a mess, and bright blue eyes. He’d been close since they were little, acting more like a protective brother than a friend. He’d had trouble before with the law, but Greg didn’t mind, so long as he never got him involved.
Within moments, Steve agreed to come over, and Greg stood in the corner, waiting. He listened intently for the next twenty minutes, until his phone buzzed, startling him, but he quickly ran out to greet Steve.
Tossing aside the finished cigarette, Steve pushed open the door as Greg unlocked it, “Fucking hot as balls man, why didn’t you leave it open?” Steven turned back, putting his hands into his pockets and staring Greg down.
“I-i didn’t want…” He looked at the door, “I didn’t want whatever was in there to get in?” Greg sat down on a chair nearby.
“In what?” Steve cocked his head, confused.
Greg addressed the door with his arm, “In the box man! That thing started talking to me!”
“There’s nothing out there.” Steve said, confused.
Greg’s heart skipped a beat. Running to the door, he looked out, and indeed, the box was gone, though, what remained scared him. “Try me on!” laid written on the card placed exactly where the box was, as he shut the door, he looked as pale as Steve.
“It’s gone. It moved. The fucking box moved man.” He breathed heavily as Steve patted his shoulder, “Maybe you left it out back? You sounded scared, maybe you mixed it up?”
Greg shook his head, marching them both to the employee room, “No, i’m sure it was out front, absolute-”
FLOP
Greg turned towards the back exit. Something was there. Standing back, he pulled Steve into the room, and closed the door. “Don’t go out there.”
“Dude, it’s a costume. What’s it gonna do, entertain me to death?” Steve closed the door, as Greg rushed to stop him, but it was too late.
He listened as Steve opened the back door, stepped around outside, and came back in.
Greg held the knob for a second as it jiggled, until Steve spoke. “It’s me…”
Steve walked in, sighing. “Your box was back there, all sealed up. See, i told you it was fine.”
“B-but it was out-”
Steve raised his hand, “I said, it was fine.” He walked the two of them over to the couch and sat them down. “Just calm down, ok? If it wants to come in, the door is locked, the only way in is vents, and they’re sealed.”
Greg relaxed a bit. Maybe he had been confused, seen something he hadn’t and made up some crazy theory in his mind on what happened, but at least now he could try and relax, if only a bit.
Both of them sat back in the employee office, Greg being supervised while Steve sat back and kept an eye out for anything odd, if only to play into Greg’s creepy theory. There’s no way a costume could speak to you, only way was if it was automated.
Finally, after an hour or so of cleaning and making sure everything was sorted out, Greg and Steve retired back to the employee room, turning on their small television and relaxing, taking a long awaited break.
“I’ll be right back,” Steve said, raising the small pack from his jeans and shaking it, signalling he’d go out for a smoke break. “Don’t worry, if something grabs me i’ll scream.” He smirked and exited the room before Greg could react.
Heading outside, Steve raised the lighter and lit his cigarette, closing the door behind him and walking over, sliding down and crouching, as he looked around. It was a quiet night thankfully, despite Greg’s fear.
Looking over to the still unmoved box, Steve reached over and carefully dragged it, looking down at the label. The box was fine, however the tape that had resealed it…was ripped. It was ripped enough for a small animal to have slipped in, hidden as it lay face down.
Something may have actually been up. Staring at the wall of the building, he saw the dangling open grate that filled the building with air, flowing freely.
Quickly blowing out the last of the smoke and crushing the cigarette, he stood up, opening the door and rushing inside to tell Greg.
“Gre-!” He was silenced, as he felt the coils of soft black rubber wrap around his mouth and pull him upwards. His eyes met the sight of the dangling open mask. His muffled attempts at screaming were only met with a rough tendril entering his mouth, silencing him.
It dragged him silently along the ceiling, as he silently begged for Greg to go check on him to no avail. He could see the spot it desired, a children’s play area, high up dangling from the ceiling. Finding a fitting entrance, it slid the both of them inside to a small ball pit within.
Within moments, he was strung up, as the costume began to wiggle and give way, forming into a massive puddle at his feet, as the mask formed it’s head. It approached his face and whispered to him.
“Put us on Steve. Fill us up…”
Steve watched the glossy eyes come to life and shine, spinning as he stared into them, trying hard to fight it’s influence. He struggled and strained, but the rubber held tight.
“Fill us up with your big muscles Steve, you’d fit us perfectly…” It traced a tentacle along his jacketed arms, his chest, and his abs, as he tried desperately to avoid it. The slime yanked at his clothes, and before he knew it, his clothes were discarded aside.
Steve’s nude body lay out now for the suit, as it groaned, stroking his body, feeling the definition, as it read into his mind. The tough guy, trying so hard to be feared and be the protector, trapped now and soon to become its wearer, it’s prey. It was a shame, but soon, the boy would agree that this was much better than being free.
Steve moaned against the still gagged rubber on his mouth, as the tentacle rubbing his body spotted his growing cock. Moving faster and harder, Steve tried to break free, before the puddle began to climb up his body.
“Just relax Steve, and soon, you’ll be wearing the most comfortable suit you’ve ever been in…” The suit laughed, diving into the puddle as it began to coat his legs in the shiny warm gloss, climbing up to his cock, and quickly suctioning onto it. His length was smothered in rubber, desperately stroking and squeezing his cock in the slime.
Steve had gone slack, as the slime left his mouth, making him pant wildly, like a dog. He reached down and brought more up to cover his chest, as it grew, making his chest larger than before, covering his hands to form shiny black claws, and his arms to become increasingly muscular.
The mask formed again, it’s jaw coming from the chest, and it’s head coming from his back, as he smiled wide, leaning back into them. Raising his arms, he groaned loudly, smiling wide, as he shot into the blob, making a bulge for a moment in the suit, as it was quickly absorbed.
The mask snapped over his face, as he fell into the pool, the eyes now staring into his close as ever, as the gooey tongue snaked in and covered his own, spilling more slime within him as it expanded.
With a laugh, he seized up, as the mask settled into him completely, the only visible part of Steve remaining was the glazed eyes behind the mask.
The suit laughed quietly, taking a moment to get itself acquainted, as it picked up Steve’s clothes, the jeans melting in the rubber, but the jacket infected with rubber, now spreading over the suit in a leather jacket. Now, Steve was much more than a bad boy, he was a Cool Cat.
Leaping out, he crawled along the ceiling to the employee room, landing silently, and knocking on the door. The muscular catlike face moved back, opening and allowing Steve to speak, his eyes like spirals after the suits hypnosis.
Greg stood up and called out, “Just come in!” To which he was greeted with another knock. “Just come in man!” He marched to the door.
“Come out dude, you gotta see this!” Steve spoke, mimicked by the slime, as his tongue lashed about. He opened the door as Greg exited, snapping the mask closed.
“Where are you, what did you want me to-” Greg looked to his left, then right, and spotted the giant beast bearing down at him. “Wha-!”
“We wanted you to check out how cool these suits are. Put us on Greg, become a Cool Cat…” It spoke in a mixture of Steve’s deep voice and the eloquent voice of the suit, a deep, alluring tone, but all to quickly it snatched Greg up, and opened the Employee room again, diving inside.
“Let me go! Let Steve go! Just leave us alone!” Greg pleaded, as it pinned him against the wall, staring into his eyes. Just as it had with Steve, they spiraled, and the man pressed himself against Greg.
Greg quickly shoved him back, before it snapped him back, holding him against the wall with one hand by the neck. “Maybe you just need some convincing…”
The Cool Cat withdrew Steve’s pack, now coated in slime, and globbed them up in his hands. The box expanded, as the object changed. Opening the pack, he lit a cigar, now infused with the possessive rubber, and puffed it into Greg’s face.
“Don’t you want to stop being such a baby, man? Don’t you wanna be…cool?” It narrowed it’s eyes, speaking around the cigar with a smirk, yanking on Greg’s clothing roughly.
Greg coughed, tried to argue, but was met with the cigar filling his lips, the rough taste flowing into him, as it soon turned relaxing, as he was forced to take a drag, then another, and another, until he was slack in the Cat’s grip.
“That’s it. Now, let’s get you suited up. My favorite part.” It lifted him to the couch, tossing him down as his clothes were removed, absorbed, and melted. Greg watched the towering rubber Cat sit itself down on his now raised cock, sliding it inside him.
Greg’s eyes shot open as he groaned in pleasure, reaching up to touch the leather of the jacket, to taste the cigar again, but instead had his hands gripped tight, as he was forced into the couch, the mask inches from his face as it smirked and kissed him, transferring more smoke into him as it bounced on his rapidly twitching cock.
Greg let out a moan into the Cat’s mask, as it laughed deeply, and felt him shoot deep into the suit, filling it with his sticky seed.
Letting the boy breathe for a moment, the Cat flipped him, wrapping his rough leather clad arms around the boy, pulling him close, and slipping the massive rubber erection into him.
Greg’s eyes nearly teared up, but with all that smooth, shiny, squeaking leather and rubber against him, he could hardly contain such a massive, imposing cock. He felt the rubber slip against him and tease him, becoming stickier as he felt the suit expand to coat himself as well.
It soon looked like a monster with two heads, as the Cat pounded into him faster, harder, spreading the rubber over Greg with such a speed, he’d never known. It even began to stroke him as well, coating his cock in rubber, and leaving him begging to be full of the creatures cum.
“Relax, you’ll be one of us soon enough..” The suit huffed, and roared back, going as deep as it could, and filling Greg with it’s cum, the seed spreading and filling him inside and out.
He dropped Greg, who fell, as the rubber coated him, covering him into a mirror image of the beast before him, the mask covering the once fearful face, now full of pleasure, trapped behind the mask now, his identity gone, only a slave to the suit.
Steve stood him up as he too got calibrated, and was handed a cigar and lighter. Quickly igniting his cigar, Greg smirked wide, lost in the pleasure of complete obedience and encasement, as they both headed out back, closing the door, and enjoying their cigars.
They stood close, hands around each others shoulders, stroking their bodies at times, until a truck came down the alley, stopping in front of them.
“I see the suit worked well for more than one. Excellent work.” A man in a business suit stood at the entrance. He was tall, with dark brown hair and a small goatee. His shiny purple and white striped suit mirrored a rubber sheen, and his appearance matching the man on the larger logo for the company. Stepping down, he picked up the torn box and looked at the suited boys. “You two will do wonders once we’re ready to begin the takeover.”
He led them into the truck, where they both sat down, Steve offering him a cigar, which he gladly agreed to, taking it and lighting it as well, smiling darkly. “It all starts with a few friendly costumes, and soon that friendliness turns dark. We’ll convert a whole new generation of men to our side.”
He stepped down and laid his card down. “I’ll show them just how innovative costumes can become. But by then, they’ll all be putty in my hands.” He leaned the card against the wall, climbing back into the truck, taking a puff, and shutting the doors with a wicked smile, Steve and Greg now completely under his control.
The truck disappeared in the distance, the card still sitting well. It read, ‘Mr. Goodyear’s Party Costumes! Innovating costumes for the future! Go ahead and try us on! We guarantee you’ll never feel more alive!’
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