You follow the signs that are above each aisle to the boar section. Shelves on either side are packed with different varients of boars. A few other people are also in this aisle, checking out the costumes. You pick up a costume the color of rich, moist soil. It's on a hanger -- rather than folded up on a shelf -- which lets you see the whole body at once. You smile quietly as you stroke the material, it feels like a proper boar's hide with hairs and all. You notice that the costume has a big belly on the front, and you laugh at the goofy thought of wearing such a thing. You follow below the gut and spot something that you didn't expect: a penis.
The thing is definitely a chode, it looks plenty wide to fit you and just long enough soft. You also spot its mushroom tip, why would a costume include something like that? A bit unnerved, you turn the costume around and spot a large ass. Aside from the large hips it juts out from, this thing has an ass to match its gut. You laugh again at the thought of looking like that. A tail with a tuft of brown fur on the end hangs over this fat ass, as well. Someone else holding a similar costume notices your laughing at the boar costume's features, "Yeah, a lot of these things are pretty chubby looking. I guess it's accurate, and some people like that kind of thing," You get a bit bold and respond to him jokingly, "Some people as in you?"
"Some people as in us," He cracks a wide grin at how he turned that around on you, but you know that he isn't wrong. Even though you laughed, you want to have a gut like that. You want to have a big, fat ass. You want to feel your thighs press together, so you respond, "We'll see about that," and you take the costume into the back where the changing rooms are.
With all of the people in the store, you'd expect a long wait, but the back is very large. There are more changing rooms than you've ever seen at a clothes store. You walk down the hall of rooms and see people come out in highly realistic costumes looking very satisfied. You also notice the distinct smell of zoo animals. You could smell it faintly outside, but this is the only place in the store that smells so strongly. You assume that the people are just sweating or something like that. You also aren't very good at lying to yourself. You turn into an open room and lock the door behind yourself. You notice some clothes already here, people must just leave their clothes here once they change into their costume? You also see a full-length mirror and several stains strewn about the room that you can only assume to be semen. You don't really care, so you hang up the costume and start stripping down. Remembering the boar's penis, you begrudgingly remove your underwear as well.
Naked, you look at the costume one last time before slipping your legs in the back. You admire the detail on the face. The snout doesn't look hollow, and the ears are pointed atop the head. With that, you turn it around and slip your legs into the costume. Your legs glide easily along the latex inside of the costume. Your feet fall into the digitigrade trotters. With your feet and toes in place, you watch in awe as the inside of the costume swells up and cushions your legs. You walk around on your new trotters and admire the chubby legs as they jiggle when you move them. You touch them with your hand and feel it sink in a bit into the soft flesh. You felt your hand on the costume, had you not been so amazed, you would have been terrified.
You spend a bit more time playing withh your big hips and thighs before continuing putting on the costume. You happily slip your dick into the hollow costume and are delighted as the latex swells around your dick, bringing it to life in the costume. Your new cock sways in front of your thighs when you walk, and you decide to try it out. You run a finger along your great new head, sending strong waves of pleasure through your legs and bringing your fat cock to full, throbbing attention. You moan with pleasure and decide to wait until you're fully in costume.
You pull the costume's ass up to yours, where it stick and swells up. Quickly, you feel the large masses jiggle and rub on each other as you walk. The tail grips your tailbone and sways occasionally as you walk. You pull up the front of the costume and slide your arms in. Your fingers fall into the porcine hooves and get grouped together in some. The latex works its magic, and your arms are quickly thick with fat. On your front, the gut and moobs stick to you like the ass did. They quickly begin to swell up and add to your greatly increased weight. Your belly hangs over your big waist as a beer gut should, soft and round. Your flabby moobs rest on top of your gut, and you can feel your additions pulling you forward a bit.
Finally, you're staring down into the mask. You keep your eyes focused on the eye holes as you pull it over your head. In position, you feel the latex start to swell in the snout and neck. You feel it grab your nose and mouth and do something very strange. It seems to pull your nose and mouth forward, completely numb. Your nose tilts upward and you feel your mouth shift its shape. Unable to breathe this whole time, you suck in deep as soon as your lips part. You breathe in and out a couple times before snorting from your nose, sounding very pig-like. You realize that you breathed out of the costume's snout. You sniff a bit and realize that you're smelling from the snout, as if the costume is one with you! You also catch a whiff of yourself. You stink! At least, you'd stink to anyone else. You know that you smell like mud, sweat, and shit, but you like the smell. In fact, you get an added benefit with this costume that you very soon notice.
Your stomach rumbles deeply. You feel bubbles moving through you. Past your bowels and out. You release the biggest, smelliest, and loudest fart of your life. It fills the room quickly and lingers. It hangs thick and hot in the air. You chuckle at your impressive work. Your chuckle is deeper than your normal voice, gravelly and baritone. You raise a hoof hand to your large neck, feeling the soft roll of fat coming from it. You then reach with both hands down to your big brown gut. You grab it happily and lift it up and down, feeling its immense weight. You feel as though you're done here, but you stop before opening the door; you're still naked. You turn back to your clothes and you know that none of your old clothes will fit, but the other clothes seem promising. You pick them up, an extra large pair of jeans, tighty whiteys, and a t-shirt. You slip on the big -- but still small on you -- tightey whiteys. You loom at your bulge in them, hardly held in. You pull the jeans up your tree trunk legs and around your waist. There's no way a belt will work, so you leave the front unzipped and unbuttoned, leaving your bulge exposed for all to see. You try the shirt, but it just won't fit, so you give up on it.
Clothed, you leave the changing room a changed man. You spot someone coming down the hall that you recognize. It's the man who was browsing before! He's holding a brown costume in his hands, but you can't tell exactly what it is. He sees you and remarks, "Lookin' good, daddy"
"I reckon you'll look fine, yourself," His addition of "Daddy" nearly knocked you over, but your new masculine instincts took over. You do want to see how he'll turn out. You also smell something very good, something like food. You decide to...