John gazed at the woolly mass in his hands. "It's a sheep," said Carrie, "And I'm a wolf!" she added, draping her wolf suit in front of her.
"But why a sheep and a wolf?" asked John.
"Remember when you told me about how you fantasized about me as a dominatrix? And how I said that I didn't think I was alpha enough to live it out? Well, I thought this would help me get into the spirit. And yours ought to help immerse you in the submissive mindset, too."
John nodded and slipped into his costume. As soon as he pulled up the zipper, he could feel himself becoming the sheep. Even his brain was becoming meeker! He looked himself over in the mirror. He looked so delicate, so vulnerable: the perfect sub.
Carrie stepped into her wolf costume, pulled the front paws over her arms, donned the head, and zippered the whole thing up. She, too, felt herself changing. The most notable sensation was that of her tits growing to fit the costume's E-cup boob pockets. She then sauntered over to the mirror. She liked what she saw: a toned, statuesque she-wolf with boobs the size of watermelons. A luxurious mane of raven locks flowed from her head. She felt so confident, so dominant, so ALPHA!
"Excuse me," said the clerk, "If you're into BDSM, we have a rack full of fetish gear over here." The clerk gestured to a rack full of leather thongs & bras, masks, chains, and whips. Carrie noticed that the masks were clearly made to accommodate muzzles and snouts. John and Carrie wasted no time in getting dressed. Carrie suddenly had a naughty idea.
"We need to 'use' the restroom," she said to the clerk, who winked. She dragged John into the restroom by his chain.
Carrie sat on a closed toilet and pulled down her leather thong. "Eat my pussy... NOW!!!" she said as she lashed at John's shoulders with her whip. John weighed whether to obey or not. He finally decided that, as much as he enjoyed being whipped, he enjoyed Carrie's pussy even more.
John got down onto his knees and began to lick Carrie's pussy. He delighted in filling his mouth with her meaty, fleshy labia. Carrie's moans told him that she approved. He soon found her throbbing clitoris. He began to lick it as roughly as he could. Carrie was soon howling in a massive orgasm. The costumes were obviously VERY sexually sensitive.
"Such a good little slave," Carrie said as she pet John on the head, "Now we're going to the hotel for the REAL fun!"