"...I would actually like to try it on," you answer him as you feel yourself blush.
He takes one look at you and snickers which only makes you feel more embarassed. He walks over to you and puts the costume into your hands, re-assuring you, "There's nothing to feel ashamed of. So you're curious about it. Anyway though, I recommend that you go into the suit nude for the most impact. Feels weird when you have bulk on."
You start feeling hesitant now but Paul immediately puts that at ease by explaining, "Don't worry, I'll leave the room so you can get changed."
"Well... alright," you show the hint of a smile as you agree. Without any delay, Paul exits the room and closes the door behind him as he calls out, "Just let me know when you've got it on."
You soon begin to strip off all your clothes until you standn completely nude in your friend's room. Picking up the costume off the bag, you remove it off the hanger and unzip the back so you can fit into it. First you stick your left leg in, then the other. You begin to pull the costume up to your waist and notice that it has a sheath for you to put your anatomy into. You find this bizarre but are admittingly curious as to what it feels like. You soon insert your limp manhood into the sheath and find that it is thankfully resting inside of it. You figure it must only show when you're erect. In a way, it feels very comfortable because your penis can rest with ease and not be constrained by underwear if you did rise to the occassion.
After getting your anatomy situated and at home, you pull the rest of the costume up and stick your arms through it, admiring the feel of the shaggy coat against the skin. You then pull the head/mask over your entire head and then call out in a muffled voice, "Ok, the dog is on."
Your friend comes into the room and chuckles, telling you, "It looks good on you I think."
For some reason, that makes you feel content to hear a praising comment. Your friend then interjects, "However, we need to get it zipped up and then add one more accessory."
You begin to wonder what he means by another accessory as he zips you up in the back and pats you on the shoulder. Remarking to yourself that Paul patting you felt good, you notice him grab a collar out of his desk drawer. At first, you feel a panicking sensation since you have an discomfiting feeling as to what he plans to do with it. But he soon explains, "This will help keep the head fastened on, otherwise it'll go flying off all the time."
The explanation quickly brings some relaxation and you have stay put where you are. Paul comes up to you and begins to put the collar around your neck, telling you, "Now just stay still."
You listen to him, a little too boediently you find, and you feel the urge to express some affection towards him for some reason such as licking his cheek or hand. You don't get much time to contemplate why your thoughts are being filled with such notions when he suddenly suggests, "Ok, try walking in it."
Without any hesitation, you move one foot forward and then suddenly trip over your jeans which you just left strewn about on the floor. You fall to the hardwood floor flat on your back, crying out some in pain, almost sounding like a yelp.
"Hey, are you ok? That doesn't look comfortable. How about you..."