Scouring the aisle for something to try on, Jake came across a hulking costume of a bull-man, or Minotaur. Jake had always had a fondness and attraction to mythological creatures. A horned face with a jutting snout greeted him as he looked over his new score. Seeing latex mask, which looked like a real bull's head, Jake's dick had begun to harden with excitement. His hand reached down to fondle his maleness, anticipating getting inside of this extremely muscular costume. A massive neck led to gigantic slabs of rubber pectoral muscle, which reflected the not-so-distant fluorescent ceiling lamps. The padded muscles and bulge on the Minotaur costume sealed the deal as Jake hastily removed his clothes. Having stripped naked, Jake picked up the hanger from the rack... and almost fell over, not expecting the weight of the creature.
Cursing to himself, he laid the costume on the floor as he opened the slit in the back and slid his legs into the costume. Jake had to stand on his toes to compensate for the beasts digitigrade stance. Eventually regaining his balance, he bent down, and spotted a pouch where, on a Minotaur, would normally be the genitalia. As Jake slid his hard cock into the beasts much larger organ, there was a strange, full feeling. Associating this to the dangling length that far surpassed his own, Jake continued with the costume; he stuffed his own lanky arms into the padded ones of the suit. Finally coming to the mask, he paused and looked it over.
The mask had three plastic tubes, one large but short and two small, thin but long. Jake realized that the two thin tubes were to go down his nasal passages, to make breathing easier, and the larger tube was to go in his mouth, in order to keep the snout functioning.
"This is a pretty complex costume," Jake mumbled to himself as he forced his will to shove the tubes down... and suddenly, it felt to Jake as if someone or something had brushed against him (or rather, the outside of the suit). Panicking, Jake had completely forgotten that he had been holding the mask above his head and dropped it, as it hit hard against him. His legs went out from under himself, swept by some unknown force.
And then, when Jake was completely disoriented, the plastic tubes of the mask seemed to come to life and maneuvered themselves into Jake's nostrils and mouth. His muffled cries were not loud enough to alert anybody outside of the store, as his body went through spasms. He experienced intense pain, especially in his chest, neck, arms and legs. The outside of the suit seemed to become warm, and suddenly, he had feeling through it, as if it was his own skin.
Latex muscles twitched and jerked as Jake laid there, aware but not in control of himself. His cock seemed to be out in the cold, even though he knew it shouldn't have been that way. As his arms brushed against his sides, he heard loud squeaks. Overwhelmed with panic and having hit his head on the floor, Jake became unconscious.
Groggy, Jake lifted his head with difficulty. It felt heavy, but that was expected after a fall of this caliber. Or, was it a fall? Realizing past events and remembering the last moments of his conciousness, Jake's eyes shot open, and he was dazed by what he saw. His vision was extremely distorted, his eyes seemingly far apart. He knew something wasn't right. and his suspicions were confirmed when he brought his hands up to his face. He saw a rubber sheen on them, as if he was wearing a rubber... suit! Jake rushed to his feet and the first thing he did was..