"....or should I say *roaring* sales" Dave said with a grin.
Nile clearly hadn't looked up the company and realized that their mascots were a
team of surfing lions.
"Sure!" Dave shrugged. "I'll add ten percent commission on anybody you drag in. More
customers for me means more money for you."
Adam just nodded. He didn't care for specifics as long as he got paid. The man grabbed the
handle of what turned out to be a surprisingly heavy bag. Why did he think this was going to
be a good idea? Wrinkling his nose slightly at the sweaty smell of the suit inside, Adam
decided that the sooner he was inside the costume and doing his job, the sooner the day
would be over. With a glum nod to Nile, the bearded hipster picked a changing room and
locked the door behind him.
However, a mere two minutes later, Adam was ready to storm out again.
A mix-up!? The Surf Shack guy had given him a female suit! Adam looked aghast as he held
the fluffy beige suit at arm's length, biting his lip first at the musky smell and then at the two
padded breasts dangling from the suit's shoulders. His heart dropped. Like...fuck, he was
low on money, but was he poor enough to warrant crossdressing? And in public too? The
man shuddered, turning the fabric around and around in his hands.
As much as he hated the smell, something about the scent of the worn costume made Adam
take another sniff...
He exhaled slowly. The costume wasn't that bad, wasn't it? Adam shook his head, letting the logic play out:.
Firstly, nobody would recognize him in the suit; and secondly, a ten percent commission
wasn't something he could risk missing. Ugh. Surely Adam could just push aside the
embarrassment and try it out? The man's thoughts slowed as he tried to muster the courage
to walk out and decline the job....but it was just a suit, right? Hazy thoughts mean that Adam
had already unzipped the costume. His head spun. So uhh…he better strip down to just his
undies?
Adam was shivering when he finally stepped into the lioness costume, more from trepidation
than the cold. He gripped the fabric tightly. A zipper ran from the back of the neck down to
the suit's padded rump, unfastened to let the gawky man slide his feet inside one by one. He
wiggled his toes into the fabric footpaws of the suit. It was tight and clearly designed for a
female wearer, given how loosely the waist sagged around his square hips.
The man wiggled, trying not to breathe too deeply as the sweet smell from the suit assaulted
his nostrils. Adam was struggling to coordinate his hands, reaching upwards to slide both
wrists into the arms of the suit. Only then did he shimmy forward, head dizzy as he helped
unwrinkle the costume to lie smoothly across his shoulders. His nose prickled at the scent of
something rich, sweaty, and yet almost floral.
Whoa that's uh...different. Adam's face flushed upon feeling the weight of the chest padding
hang from his shoulders. Sure, the suit was meant for a woman, and thus the beige-coloured
chest area was fairly roomy. For the bearded hipster, however, extra padding meant that
what the suit did offer was enough to mimic little A-cups. Ugh, this was going to be
embarrassing. He glanced down, studying the tight stretch of the sandy-brown faux fur
hugging to his thighs. A lion's tail hung limply from just above his padded ass. The
browned-fluffed tip dangled around his ankles. With a squish of his paws under his rump,
Adam realized that the extra shapeliness was sure to make him look girly, if not outright
feminine.
The man didn't know what was worse - being indistinguishable from a woman whilst wearing
the costume, or girly enough to thus clearly be a man cross-dressing as the beach-bum
lioness.
With a wiggle of his fingers into the all-in-one gloves of the suit, it didn't take Adam long to
realize that he might need some help with the rest of the costume. His little finger and ring
finger were squished together into one of the puffy digits of his over-sized paws, bulked-out
by plush filling and faux leather pawpads that ensured he could no longer grip anything.
"Too late now…" Adam mumbled. He was almost glad there wasn't a mirror in the small
changing cubicle. The man's head was spinning, something he put down to nerves even as
he filled his lungs, pupils dilating at the smell of the costume. Female pheromones lingered
in his nostrils... Reaching behind him for the zipper forced Adam to push his chest out,
exaggerating the girly curve of his skinny middle widening downwards into his padded hips.
With a grunt (and a wild stroke of luck) the suited man grabbed hold and yanked upwards,
dragging the zipper to his neck. The suit pulled together tightly, hugging around his wider
shoulders.
All that was left was the head