As if with the sweater on you feel some radiant sensations. A pretty girl comes to you and smiles, then informs you that what your wearing is just the top of a two piece thermal underwear. She pulls the pants part off the hanger and motions for you to try it all on, if just for fun.
Entering the changing room you remove pants, and underwear, pulling on the pant part which fits up tight to your groin and even splits the buttocks into warm and sexy feeling muscled lumps of flesh.
Quickly you remove the top part, your shirt, and then your T-shirt, to put again on the fuzzy underwear shirt portion. No buttons it is tugged out smooth and the fuzzy front is merged together forming a continuous bonded covering of warm sensual delight.
Going to step out of the changing room you find the door locked from outside. Bang on the door you do till hearing the girl's kind voice you voice your complaints.
She laughs and tells you there was an extra part to the costume your wearing. You turn to look for whatever it might be only to hear the changing room door open and slap shut leaving a shoe box on the floor before you.
Opening the box you stand for a moment and then from the wonderful feel of what your wearing comes a urge, you need to take a leak.
Pulling from out of the box you eye four black hoof like things which the paper note in the box suggests you place over hands and toes.
Putting them over the toes they slip on easy but seem to lock in place. Either by being over the toes or by being somehow suddenly connected to the lower legs of the pants part, they fit tight to you.
The urge is getting to the red zone and you knock at the door telling those outside you need to go to the rest room.
People outside find your problem to be quite funny. The girls voice comes from outside the door and tells you of the exit door which will offer one a place to relieve the urge.
Looking about you notice a crack around a knobless door. You wonder about your clothing, wallet, and ID stuff but the urge is really wild.
Pushing on the door you abandon you clothing and valued items to fulfill the personal need for relief.
The door is chilly cold to the touch and with your black hooflets in hand you venture out of the changing room. Its a hallway dark and chilly of air making what's coated in the fuzzy underwear to remain warm. The kooky hooflets attached over the toes offers a form of insullation, so donning the hand parts seems the right thing to do.
The hallway is long and turns first right, then goes on for a ways, turning a quick left and then another left opening to a bright lighted area.
The urge for personal relief is now very greqat and jumping about one tries to hold on till you arrive at the rest room. Before you is draped several thick vinyl strips of frosted material allowing in light but not for seeing clearly thru.
With hooflet hands you step out into the bright light. Your eyes are blinded by the intense light and it is the sound of an extremely loud voice which makes you cringe.
"ENTERING NOW IS ONE OF OUR NEWEST SUBJECTS SEE HIM AND HIS WELL DEVELOPED BODY, HIS MUSCLES SHOW GOOD FOUNDATION, HE SHOULD BE A FINE ADDITION TO ANYONE'S BUSINESS." said the very loud voice of some man.
Turning to cover his eys from the very bright spot lights you trip over those toe binding hooflets and fall forward onto all fours.
The bladder can not hold back any longer, and with the on rush of your blasting out stream of urine, you stretch the legs away from the coming puddle.
A din of noise is surrounding you, men talking and seem to be deciding over offers and bids. It is then the thought of the loud man, the lights, the men bidding, it is an auction and you are on the block!