You take the costume away from the other ones, looking for changing rooms as you open the zipper of the costume, starting just above the neck and ending an inch above the tail on the back of the suit. Unzipping the zipper, you find a dildo sticking into the ass of the costume. Surprised, you finger the costume between its ass cheeks and find a hole into the dildo where the asshole is supposed to be.
“Kinky ass motherfuckers...” you mutter. “As if it’ll stop me, though.” You finally happen upon the changing rooms near the entrance to the store, but still behind the register. You enter the male changing rooms, excited about fucking around in a cool leopard costume.
You shut the door behind you and turn the lock. You peer into the back of the costume to feel the smooth, rubbery interior of the costume. “That’s gotta feel so nice...” You, not quite thinking straight, start taking off your shirt, then shorts, then boxers, to try it on without even having bought it yet. You first slide your right leg into the costume, the fur accentuating your medium built legs, enjoying how the rubbery interior feels unnoticeable on you leg. You slide your other leg into the leopard’s hind paw, your feet sitting surprisingly comfortably inside the apparent digitigrade stilts in the costume, and feel the dildo sit under your ass.
You realize that the only way to put the costume on is with the dildo, and pull the dildo out from under your ass. You stick a finger into your ass, and begin thrusting, feeling your asshole get wet. You then slowly slide the hollowed out dildo into your asshole, inch by inch, until you feel the ass cheeks of the costume on yours, its tail hanging from your ass. You then, your cock now hard, are easily able to slide it into the costume’s penis, which makes yours look bigger than it is.
You raise the costume’s torso up and slide one of your arms into the muscly leopard arms, moving your fingers around in the clawed hand paws with surprising accuracy, then slide your other arm into place. Finally, you hold the head out in front of you, surprised at its rigidity despite its light weight, and set it on your head. You briefly examine your figure in the mirror, a somewhat muscular and attractive leopard, when you remember to zip the zipper up. However, as you zip the zipper up to the head of the costume, you felt it give, and you held out the zipper in your hand.
You try to reach behind you to escape, not wanting to be stuck forever, to no avail, and you realize there is no way out of the costume now.