Pushing further back, Luke spotted a much larger costume hanging behind the others. It had matted, thick brown fur and huge cloven hooves. And when he moved around to the other side, he saw that the head was huge, with large, floppy antlers. It was a bull Moose! "Oh, too cool!" Luke looked around and saw the room was empty. The rest of the costumes hid him anyway. He stripped off all his clothes and dropped them on the floor, then pulled the Moose costume down.
It smelled pretty bad and was surprisingly heavy - he had to struggle to heft it up, and the head kept flopping. He gave up trying to hold it and stretched it out on the floor instead. The costume was huge! He frowned - it must be set up for two people. But the legs looked too thin to fit human legs. He found a seam runnning down the center of the chest and belly and pulled it open. The smell got stronger, really musky and sweaty.
The seam ended just before the animal sheath, and he grinned as the tip of a moose cock pushed out. The ball sack looked enormous, like a couple of softballs in a black leather bag. Curious, he reached in and discovered that the inside was hollow, apparently designed to pull over his own cock. He had to try at least that part of the costume!
He had to lay on his side to work into the back end, and was surprised when his legs managed to work into the thin-looking moose hind legs. This was definately a two-man costume - his head would be somewhere in the barreled chest if he put it on. Shifting around, he slipped his partially-erect cock into the hollow moose cock and gasped as it tightened around him. Oh, man! It felt like he suddenly had a two-foot penis!
Looking down, he realized the costume equipment was pushing erect, and started to rub it with his hands. Oh, shit! He couldn't stop himself, even though alarm bells started going off in his head. It felt incredible, it felt.. REAL! He was stroking a hard moose cock now, precum spurting from the tip. And he could feel the spurts, feel the pressure in his huge balls, feel the climx build.
Luke jerked back suddenly as the moose cock shot a massive gush of yellow-white cum. The costume closed around him, and the seam flopped together. Luke was dazed by the incredible pleasure of cumming, but then realized that the inside of the costume was suddenly hot and wet. He struggled to push it open, and grew terrified when he was completely engulfed by what felt like real moose guts.
Paniced, he kicked and and struggled to free himself, lungs straining for air. He was going to die! Then, without warning, his mouth sucked in huge volumes of air, and he could see again. Sort of. As his chest heaved, he realized he was seeing in a weird split-vision, with washed-out colors and things out of focus. And he felt really odd - heavy and massive. His head was twisted awkwardly, and he lifted it. As he did, he found himself lurching up to stand automatically. The costume rack fell over with a loud clatter. It looked way small. The whole room looked way small.
He blinked, trying to get his eyes to work right, aware of a lot of strong smells. Twisting around, Luke realized he was standing on four legs, not two. Four moose legs. He tried to call out and made a bugleing noise that brought the shop keeper running.
The man grinned. "Wow! I didn't expect you to go for that one. Nice timing, though. It's rut season." He pointed to a blank wall, and it suddenly became a realistic forest scene, with moose drinking frmo a river. "That's a passage toa remote part of Canada, safe from hunters. Step through and try out the equipment!"