You look around you, spotting a supply closet nearby. You look at the
muscular wolf costume in your arms and back at the opened closet door. “No one will ever have to know” you say to yourself quietly. You sneak into the even more dimly lit room and look around inside. There’s barely enough light to read the label on a gallon jug: “Lubricant for Costumes.” You take off all of your clothes, and open the lubricant and slather some over your legs. “Bit sticky for lube, but whatever.” You open the costume to find a tag with the words “DO NOT GET CUMMED IN WHILE WEARING: WILL CAUSE TRANSFORMATION,” but in your haste you simply tore it off, ready for a fun night. You slip one leg in, then the other. You are surprised how well the suit fits you, and you assume the lube is simply also somewhat adhesive to the costume itself. You rub lube over the dildo just under the tail, failing to note the fact that it’s a hollow dildo and can be shit out of and cummed into. You let out a moan of pleasure, feeling the tip of the dildo almost curve around too far into your ass as you push it in. You rub your hardening cock with some lube, massaging it into the suit’s red condom and grey furry sheath. You slide the costume’s furry skin around your now lubed, somewhat athletic frame, noting how well it had stretched around it and accentuated your muscles. You cover your arms in lube and are surprised at just how well you can still use your fingers and hands. You finally paint the inside of the lupine mask with the white lubricant and slowly slide the huge red dildo into your mouth. It it a hollow dildo, allowing for air, food, and penises to go in and out. You press together the seam at the back of the costume, as there is no zipper, and examine your muscular, fur-covered body in a mirror just outside the room, admiring the uncanny realism. You even stuck a curious finger into your mouth to see if you hadn’t somehow transformed. Smiling inside the suit, you walk back inside the supply closet and...