A fluffy, curly mass of pink fur burst out of the clothing bundle. Darius gaped at it for a few moments.
"So I'm a literal poodle now. Like, not just being treated like a show dog, but actually dressed up as one."
"Do you have a problem with the costume? You don't get to turn down projects, Fredrick, not even the minor background roles. If this isn't 'dignified' enough for you, fine, you don't get paid. Have fun explaining that to your mother." Curtis yanked the outfit from his client's hands...
"Okay. Okay, I'll do it." Darius refused to look at the old man's smug face as he reached for the fursuit.
"Hmm, not sorry enough, Fredrick. You see, I believe in method acting." Oh boy, Darius and Fred thought at the same time, here we go. "See... see, you're not a human boy today. You are a dog, and your name is Princess. Can you say your name is Princess?"
"Your name is Princess," Darius said in a completely flat tone.
Curtis froze in place for a moment... and then let out a genuine laugh! "Okay, okay, I walked right into that one. Let me be more specific." Fred's manager leaned in close enough to smell the sushi on his breath. "Repeat after me. 'I am Princess the Poodle, a beautiful girl.' Go on, say it."
A strange look crossed Fred's face, a look like a boy trying to swallow a clump of raw arugula after chewing it for ten minutes straight. "I am Princess the Poodle, a beautiful girl."
Curtis placed his palm on the top of Fred's hair and stroked downwards, slowly and smoothly. "Yes, you are! Yes you are. You're such a good dog, Princess. Not a stubborn, whiny ingrate, no no no. Now, repeat after me. 'I am Princess the Poodle, and I'm a good dog.'."
"I'm Princess the Poodle-"
Curtis held up a finger to shush the boy. "NO! No. Repeat EXACTLY. 'I am Princess the Poodle, and I'm a good dog'."
"...I am... Princess the Poodle, and I'm a good dog."
Darius flinched as a pair of hands scratched the hair behind his ears. "GOOD DOG," said Curtis. "Very good, much better. You're blushing, Princess..."
"Nuh-uh," Said Darius, trying to ignore the warmth creeping into his face and chest. This shouldn't feel good. Why was he feeling so...?
"You're a bad liar, Princess. Repeat after me. 'I am Princess the Poodle, and I love being girly and sweet'."
"I am Princess the Poodle, and I loooove being girly and sweet~" said Darius with a smile. I might as well be enthusiastic about it, Darius thought to himself. If I play along, we get this over with faster. Darius tilted his head curiously, folded his hands in his lap... tried to act feminine and dog-like in every way he could.
Curtis gave Fred a firm pat on the shoulder. "There we go! There's the Princess I know! Repeat after me, 'I am Princess the Poodle, and I love wearing cute clothes!'"
"I am Princess the Poodle!" Darius said while holding his 'paws' up in a begging pose. "And I love wearing cute clothes!!!"
"YES! EXACTLY!" Curtis was jumping for joy. "I am Princess the Poodle, and I want to have cute doggie paws!"
"I AM PRINCESS THE POODLE, AND I WANT TO HAVE CUTE DOGGIE PAWS!"
"I am Princess the Poodle, and I love wearing my costume!"
"I am Princess the P-uh?" Squeak. Darius paused as he felt rubber touching his skin. Looking down, he saw a black latex bodysuit creeping up his legs, already swallowing up his toes. Tough, stiff moulds of a pair of three-toed paws encased his feet- doggie paws, indeed.
"C'mon, Princess, you were doing so well. Repeat after me!" Curtis stared directly into his soul, grinning ear to ear. "'I am Princess the Poodle, and I LOVE wearing my costume!"
Fred's body was shaking and shuddering. "I am Princess the Poodle... AND I LOVE WEARING MY COSTUME!" Tough black rubber slid up over his knees. The suit began to get wider around his thighs, giving him a feminine build more appropriate for a poodle girl.
"I knew you could do it! Such a good girl. Repeat after me, 'I am Princess the Poodle, and I'm SO thankful for my toys."
"I am Princess the Poodle, and I aAACK!" Darius felt something firm prod Fred in the anus. What-
He heard Curtis go "tsk, tsk" above him. "C'mon, you can do it. Repeat after me. "I am Princess the Poodle, and I'm SO thankful for my toys."
"Iiiiaaaii am Pr-Princess the Poooooodle, and I'm S-SO thankful for my TOYS!" Darius couldn't see the cherry-red dildo squirming deeper into his body. All he knew was that something hard and ridged was invading Fred. "I AM PRINCESS THE POODLE!!! AND I'M SO THANKFUL FOR MY TOYS!!!"
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. The stiff rubber suit was pulled over Fred's hips, pushing the dildo all the way in and bumping the prostate button hidden within his body. Mechanisms inside the suit's tail began to sway back and forth along with the movements of Fred's body, allowing the future poodle to wag their tail. With a single, swift tuck, Fred's penis was stuck inside a tight pod in the front of the heavily padded suit. A narrow, puffy-lipped rubber slit between his legs was the only thing visible from the outside...
"Repeat... after... me," coos a voice behind Fred. "I am Princess the Poodle... and I love PLAYING with my toys."
Darius began pulling the suit over his torso on his own. He could feel his waist being pinched by a built-in girdle. "I am Princess the Poodle, and I love playing with my toys."
"Repeat after me. I am Princess the Poodle, and I love being TEASED by my toys." A large finger pushed on the base of Darius' red dildo, grinding it into his inner button.
"NNNIII am Princess the Poodle, and I laaa, I love..." Darius found himself laying on his back, legs lifted into the air and slowly stretching against the tension of the tough suit. His cock was swelling inside its tiny prison, mercifully hidden. Fred's muscles strained as he forced the sole opening of his suit to widen, beginning to pull his arms into the sleeves. "I am PRINCESS THE POODLE! And I love being TEASED by my TOYS!"
"Repeat after me. I am Princess the Poodle, and I love being a toy."
Something entered the slit on the young actor's costume. Darius felt as if someone was lightly stroking his cock.
"I am Princess the AAH Poodle, and AAH I AAH love being a AAH, a toy! IAMPRINCESSTHEPOODLEANDILOVEBEINGATOY!"
Quietly, Curtis pressed a button on a remote. The bullet vibrator stuck inside Fred's new slit began to tease his trapped penis. He pressed another, and the dildo began to pulse, seeming to thrust up and down even as it stood ramrod still.
Rendered canine from the neck down, Darius could only writhe on the floor in basal pleasure. "More! more!"
"Then say it."
"I am Princess the Poodle, and... and..."
The manager nodded. "I am Princess the Poodle, and I am your toy."
"I am Princess the Poodle, and I am your toy!" A third button press. Darius groaned and huffed as his nipples were rubbed and suckled by the interior of the suit's chest. He barely noticed or cared how his costume was generously padded with budding breasts, nor how the thick sculpted rubber rounded his shoulders, making him look soft. Darius attempted to stand up, but was struggling to bend the waist of his suit.
Curtis offered the boy a hand. "Repeat after me. I am Princess the Poodle, and I go woof, woof."
"I am Princess the Poodle, and I go Woof! Woof!" Darius accepted the hand. He stood awkwardly, sculpted paws sliding on the tile floor. He could feel the rubber closing in on the back of his head as Curtis pulled the suit's hood over him. A pair of long, floppy ears dangled off of the sides of his head, swaying as he tilted quizzically.
"I am Princess the Poodle, I only go woof, woof."
"I am Princess the Poodle, I only go woof, woof!"
"I didn't say Simon Says, Princess, but I'll gladly assist you with that." Curtis held up the faceplate of the suit. A second, seemingly longer dildo wobbled in front of him.
"Repeat after me. Woof woof."
"Mmph! MMPH!"
Darius was completely encased, inside and out. He felt the soft tip of a phallic object stop dangerously close to the back of Fred's throat, threatening to make him gag if he ever struggled against it too much. Fred's body was engulfed in stiff black rubber everywhere except the cartoon eyes painted over the suit's one-way mirrored goggles. Darius took a few awkward steps forward with a black tail limply wagging behind him. Slight, thoughtless movements were impossible in this state; standing still meant being a statue, and Darius kept finding himself being pulled into a default stance with his hands folded over his lap and his paws pigeon-toed. Something about the forced coquettishness made Darius' face flush and his trapped cock twitch, embarrassing him further.
"Bark twice if you want to continue, Princess."
Darius was jolted back into reality, such as it were. What was he DOING? Why did he just... consent to all that? Why did it feel GOOD? He didn't have much time to contemplate this as Curtis pressed another button on his remote, bringing the vibrator in Darius' gag to life. Far more than simply buzzing, the hidden dildo began to pulse as it slid in and out of Fred's throat...
"Mmph- gllk." Darius attempted to "bark" only to find he needed his airway clear to do that. He dropped to the floor like the dog he appeared to be, clawing helplessly at his mask with slippery, four-fingered hands. There had to be a seam somewhere, right?
"Gllk! Mm-gllk! MM-GLLK! MMPHMMPH!"
"Close enough for me," said Uncle Curtis. The old man turned off the throbbing dildo... while it was lodged firmly in Fred's throat, just barely not blocking his windpipe.
"..."
"Good dog." Darius felt a heavy hand pat Fred on the head and scratch behind his costume's ears. "Let's get your skin on you."
The thick pile of pink Lycra slid over Fred's trapped body effortlessly. Princess' fur was short and velvety, except for the curly masses of hair on her head and ears, her magnificently fluffy neck ruff, and a pair of "bracelets" over her wrists. The trill of a thin costume zipper sealed the newly pink poodle's fate. "And now," said Curtis, "Your COSTUME, Princess."