Neither Carrie nor John were surprised when the costumes instructions said that they had
to strip naked to get the costumes on. After all, given what they planned to do in them it
wasn't that much of a stretch.
As the pair slipped on the costumes, both felt like they were on tiny stilts as the hooves
made contact with the carpet. John noted as snug the costume felt as he could feel
nothing between his legs and his rear felt like one solid mass underneath the latex, he
giggled as he touched the curly tail on the end of the pig costume, as he slipped it on, he
felt like his belly was gaining several pounds, 'Weird, the costume was so light when I
carried it.' John thought as he put his hands in the arms and clicked the hand hooves
together. He took a look at hi bright, pink body in the stall's mirror.
Carrie when through a similar experience as she pulled on the top of the costume, she
held her cleavage through the costume feeling like one united mass and couldn't even feel
her nipping through the protective light gray latex. Her tail twitched behind her.
Carrie and John put on the heads of the costume at the same time, and at that same time
they looked at themselves in the mirror, and loved how their ink and paint bodies looked,
John loved how pulp he looked, while Carried loved how pretty she looked with the pink
ribbon in her mane.
The married couple walked out of the stalls and looked at each other with egg shaped
black in white eyes.
"So ...." Carrie said sweet, "Shall we do it?"
John nodded snorting, "Yeah, let's..."
And the two toons began playing patty cake, happy and glade they had saved patty cake
for their honey moon like both their parents had told them even though their school mates
had laughed and mocked them long for doing so. Some times were just worth waiting for.