Slowly you rest your girlfriend-now-fox-costume partially on your lap as you reach over and pick up the mask. The mask is solidly built from hard plastic, the attached fur perfectly matches the costume’s fabric, and the muzzle is well balanced between being too long and too wide. Zoe’s costumized blue, lifeless, eyes stare back creepily as you turn the mask around revealing more than just a hollow mask. There’s an interesting nook for the wearer’s mouth goes so the mask’s jaw can open as the wearer opens their mouth; it shuts with two springs on either side of the jaw. In the eyes there are two holes in the center to allow the wearer to see at least what’s in front of them. You guess the mask would fit when you were ready to put it on but that was the last step. You put the mask gently down on Zoe’s nightstand.
Looking at the costume causes you to realize how alone you felt in Zoe’s room. The costume laying there lifeless was just moments ago alive and giving you a blowjob. Lifting it, her, up reveals the hood is open for the wearer’s face. Holding the costume also reveals that the costume isn’t quite void of volume; in fact it is more massive than you had expected. The breasts, thighs, butt, and especially the tail are full of stuffing.
Extending the left arm reveals attached gloves with fingers that are rather bulky, giving up dexterity for a more paw like appearance. Each finger has black hard-plastic claws poking out the end.
You remember that Zoe became excited as she grew teats. Looking at the costume’s breasts you can see Zoe’s human nipples tipping either breast. Scanning downward, just under the white fur, there were three pairs of black, very canine, tears. Curiously you touch one with your hand and note how real it felt, not like plastic or some other material, but an organic nipple. Maybe they’re silicon?
The exploration continues downward as you reach the point where the fur first started to grow on your girlfriend; the, “down there,” as she called it. With a sly smile you feel through the fur and find that there is in fact a hole in the costume where Zoe’s vagina would have been. Reaching up inside the hole reveals nothing inside beyond the soft interior fabric of the faux fur costume. Carefully you lay her down on her bed.
Standing up, you take off your cloths and underwear. It was strange being naked in Zoe’s room and there’s a slight chill in the air. “This is what she wanted,” you say to yourself as you turn her over and unzip the zipper in her back. Reaching down you feel the backside of the fabric and are surprised to feel latent heat as if the costume had been recently worn… or been alive…
“Here we go Zoe.” You say lifting the costume off the bed and hold her up to get a rough size to see if she’ll fit you. A rough estimate would say the costume is too small but you proceed anyway. Raising your right foot you slowly put it through the costume. It’s tight but with a little effort you can feel the costume give as your foot enters into the paw which is constricting and forces you to stand on your toes. Shifting your weight to the costumed leg takes a little getting use to but strangely it doesn’t seem like its much effort to keep your balance. You push your left leg into the costume as well.
Holding the rest of the costume in your hands you take a few steps to get use to being on your toes and, while it does feel odd, it doesn’t seem to strain your feet like standing on tip toes normally would.
As you look up again you notice on Zoe’s closet door’s backside there’s a full length mirror. You’re curious to see what you look like so you walk over.
“Impossible!” You say in disbelief. Your legs are much slimmer now, more feminine! Your feet look digitigrade like canine paws. Slight panic gnaws at you until Zoe’s last request echoes through your mind, “Wear me my love.” You close your eyes and nod as you respond to the room, “I will wear you.”
Taking a deep breath to relax you pull the costume up to your groin where you encounter some difficulty. The costume is tight and there was added padding in the thighs and butt. The weight of the tail made the costume heavy too. With some creative wiggling and pulling you’re finally able to pull the costume up causing it to cover and compress your penis against your chest. The tail’s mass is alleviated as the weight is well carried by your hips and tight round butt.
As you glance at the mirror you can see you now have a woman’s hips; wide and perfect for bearing embryonic young. Turning slightly reveals a sexy looking ass and a lifeless long bushy tail hanging from the base of your tailbone.
Sliding your right arm through isn’t too difficult though the costume’s breasts continue to pull the costume forward. The sleeve is tight and you can feel the seam where the orange fur stops and the black fur begins. When your hand finally pushes through to the glove you discover its large size didn’t mean there’s much space inside. The room is barely large enough for your hand to go in and the rest was stuffing. Looking down, you try to flex your hands into a grip but the glove was not dexterous enough. Mentally shrugging you slide your left hand into the opposite sleeve causing the costume’s chest to pull up to your own.
You had not paid attention to your penis until the costume’s large, soft, breasts touch your abs. As soon as they do, you can feel blood flood your penis. You look down to your chest but the costume’s hood obstructs the view of the costume’s breasts. Absentmindedly you reach down with both paws to try to adjust your penis into a better position as it grew. With some fumbling with your nearly useless fingers and some groin movement with your legs you’re able to get your penis into a more comfortable position.
Looking down at your chest you know there’s one last part to the costume, the hood. Grabbing the hood was difficult and took some time but eventually you lift it over your head. As the hood settles, you feel a tightness along your back as you hear the zipper travel down your back. When the zipper reaches your shoulders you can feel a constriction over them. You can barely breathe as the zipper goes down your waist. As the zipper finishes its travel you take a deep breath finally and look back up to the mirror.
You mouth opens in shock. You’re noticeably shorter! Where once your head was just off the top of the mirror, your new eye-level was a good six to eight inches lower! Then your eyes notice other things. Your form had lost its broad shoulders and your waist was much more concave; you had the hourglass form of a model! A squirm under the costume reminded you of the pressure of your over-excited penis. You couldn’t see the bulge under the costume’s fur but you penis’s call for satisfaction was omnipresent now. Reaching down with one paw you stroke your covered friend to try to calm it as you look up and examine the costume’s ears. They stood tall off your head and seemed poised to pick up any sounds.
It was then that you stop and stare at your reflection. You look exactly like Zoe! Save for your face, the reflected body, your body, was Zoe’s fox form! Am I going to become Zoe? you wonder to yourself. I need the mask... Walking over to the nightstand you look down at the final piece of the costume; the final piece of Zoe.
Staring into her fake eyes is even creepier than it was before. You’re now the embodiment of Zoe’s werefox body. In your hands you can only guess is Zoe’s mind. What the hell am I doing!? a part of your mind yells in disbelief as you fumble with the mask in your paws. Flipping the mask over you lean down and put your face into the mask.
Pain envelops your body. You keep your eyes closed as it feels like your entire body is being constricted. In your mind’s eye you can see your body in a glow of white light, convulsing, as the costume’s tail starts to twitch. The pain seems to move to your face as you watch the image as the mask seems to lose its rigidity as Zoe opens her mouth. A churn throughout your internal groin area causes the image to squirm. As the pain subsides you feel arousal as new nerves send a sexual pinching cascading down your chest as you watch the image grow small mounds as the canine teats become yours.
Your eyes open. They’re not looking through a mask anymore as you have full peripheral vision of the room. Between your eyes there’s a fox’s muzzle. Your eyes flutter as you see you’re on the floor. Your body tries to roll onto your back but stops as a piercing pain comes from a foreign place; you’re tail! Rolling onto your stomach causes Zoe to cry out in pleasure as you feel your two breasts and six teats rub against the floor for the first time. The somewhat alien arousal causes you to moan.
Your eyes close as you feel more pleasure flow into your mind as Zoe begins to massages a breast with a pawed hand. Zoe’s other pawn glides down your chest sending new waves of arousal into your mind. Then a wave of anticipation fills your mind as Zoe’s soft, thick, finger rubs around your furry vaginal lips. All you can do is hold your breath before she thrust the finger into your clit causing you to lose focus. Her other hand drops down to a teat and pinches it. Your body tenses with anticipation as your finger delves deeper into Zoe’s vagina. Zoe lowers her hand and pinches the next teat along your chest you know you’re there; all the energy is at the dam ready to flow. Your delving finger pulls out slightly. You freeze, feeling your lungs fill with air. Zoe thrusts he plump finger deeper into your sex causing your entire body to convulse as cum pours from both of your womanhood. You’re mind goes blank in the afterglow as Zoe lets out a very vixen, “YIP!”
Vaguely you feel Zoe’s now soaked finger push into you again causing another climax to flood you mind with pleasure. Again and again your finger sparks another serge of cum to push out of Zoe’s cunt.
Finally your body goes limp with exhaustion. Warmth fills your mind as you feel Zoe cuddling with you. In the infinite afterglow your mind accepts the darkness of unconscious bliss.