John kept running his hands over the costume in disbelief. It had to be some kind of trick, you can't just be turned into latex! But the squeaking of his paws only confirmed what he was afraid to admit to himself. He could FEEL the paws sliding along his latex skin. It felt rather good, actually, but now wasn't the time to get into that. It also wasn't the time to get into the fact that he was moving his tail and ears around, or that his nervous whining was sounding increasingly dog-like. If he thought too much about that, he'd probably just have a breakdown right here, so that's getting shoved to the side until he was safe. He's gotta get out of here somehow, but how? He couldn't just walk out, everyone would see him like this, and ask questions, questions he couldn't answer, and... John let out another keening whine.
"Hello? Who was that?"
John covered his snout with his paws. Hands! He meant hands. He winced at the squeaking noise. He was for sure caught now. Footsteps came closer to the terminal he was crouched behind, and then a woman turned the corner. John's ears drooped (Nope, not thinking about that) as the woman looked at him in shock. But surprisingly, her shock quickly turned to a look of disappointment. "Oh, so that's where my other bag went. Well, that's not yours." the woman said with a sigh, and then she started to get angry. "I knew I shouldn't have had that thing in normal luggage, but when it got lost, I didn't expect to find someone wearing it! That was a gift! Do you just go around taking things from people's luggage and putting them on? What the hell is wrong with you?"
John, realizing that this must be the owner of the suit, started to stammer out an excuse. "W-well, my clothes were-"
"Zip it!" the woman said with an accompanying hand motion, and the latex forming John's snout started to twist and merge. In moments, John's mouth fused shut and vanished, leaving only a flat expanse of latex. Eyes wide, he reached up to his mouth in a panic and tried to pry it open, but there was nothing TO pry open! Any opening was simply gone, despite his panicked pawing. He couldn't even feel the inside of his mouth anymore, it was like it was all solid material. The only sounds he could really make were tiny whines and moans in the back of his throat.
The woman, ignoring John's distress, took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, then leaned over to loom over John. "Okay, here's the deal. First, I'm going to put you into a raincoat I have in my bag here. It won't cover everything, but it'll at least cover that." She gestured to John's free-hanging dick, which he far-too-late attempted to cover up, eliciting a mildly amused head shake from the woman. "Then, you're going to come home with me, and THEN we're going to have a long talk about what happens next." She noticed John looking down the hallway, checking to see if he could make a break for it, and reached down to flick his snout. It stung! "OR, you could run, and I probably couldn't stop you, and you can enjoy living life as a latex wolf with no mouth. But I wouldn't recommend that." John shrank back under her glare, and he nodded. If she could do this to him, what else could she do? He pointed at his sealed snout, but the woman shook her head. "Nuh-uh. That stays on until we're back home, at least. Maybe longer, if you misbehave. And don't think there's not more where that came from, if you get any ideas."