You have a thought about your car keys and stand up out of the bushes you were in and walk back to your car. The suit does not have any pockets and carrying your keys will not be practical. You place them under the hood on the engine, leaving it so only you can open it.
A group of several costumed students walks by and you follow them. Noticing your costume, you are scrutinized and examined visually while walking. They marvel at your claws when you show the extension and retraction on que. Your large bulge is also noticed by all in the group. One guy dressed as a cheerleader even accuses you of having additional material there for padding. You smile, but he insists on making a big deal about it since he is the one with the padded chest. You ignore it until he reaches down and gives a generous feel of your cock and balls. You and the rest of the group are suprised when several inches of shiny pink rubber cat penis extend from your bulge. You stop walking, as you are almost at the frat house. The rest of the group continues walking to the house. Standing there thinking for a few moments, you are suprised to see the male cheerleader walking toward you alone.
"Sorry dude. I did not mean to mess up your costume trick. It would have been awesome for the competition," said the soft spoken man. His gaze moving from your face to your still exposed and erect cock, complements of the cock ring. He slips off his cheerleader skirt and hands it to you, "Let's go inside. I can be your date," said the smiling man trying to atone what he things is ruining your costume. You take the skirt, and slip it on so it conceals your quite large shiny pink phallus. He puts his arm on your shoulder and the two of you resume the walk to the frat house together.
Inside the frat house, you both register for the costume party. Your new pal disappears for a few moments, and returns, smiling, "Follow me." He walks through a few rooms mostly filled with other costumed students, and out to the back yard of the frat house, around the swimming pool, to a small pool house in the back of the yard. He opens the door with the key you just noticed he was carrying. He steps inside to just turn on the lights then turns to you, Softly the man says, "You can fix your costume here, no one will see you so your secret is safe with me for the competition."
You walk into the small building and he walks in after you and closes the door. You look behind yourself and watch him lock the door, and close the window blinds. "Man, I cannot get over your suit. It's incredible. Did you buy it or is it a rental?", he asks.
You chuckle to yourself. For a man, he's filling out the cheerleader outfit well. His own bulge is quite noticible through the shiny cheerleader short shorts he is wearing. You walk over to him and rub a rubbery paw over his own bulge.
"I bought it today. Your suit clings to your body too," you softly whisper as you continue rubbing his now fully erect cock through the cheerleader shorts, "Like you I am not wearing underwear."
For a moment, the fog in his mind fades, and he anxiously says, "Look...I'm sorry about what I did. I will see you at the party." He turns to leave when you raise his skirt, "Keep it" he says. He reaches for the door when you put a paw on his shoulder.
"I think I owe you a demonstration of what this costume can offer" you say in a low voice.
The man's face grimaces, and he turns to face you. He begins to feel your head and torso. "So where is the zipper? I would love to try this on myself since you don't want me to leave." He reaches down your back and around your tail. He lifts your tail and a few fingers slightly slip into your rubbery anus. "Lube? Damn dude. You could have warned me" he grumbles. He sees his fingers coated in an orange goo. "You will need to find the zipper then," he says as he holds up his hand with a few fingers coated in your orange lube. The air smelling of strong latex rubber. "This stuff smells like" and those are his last words as with one wiff he slides his lubed hand down to his own cock and begins to massage himself. You step around behind him and slide your cock under his shorts. Your pink cock self lubricates as it slides between his buttcheeks. His body explodes in orgasm as you slide into his ass. Your body now throbbing with a new desire. He furiously massages his cock, milking it as you slowly thrust your entire length into his ass.
You let out a low growl as you quicken your pace, feeling your body build toward your own orgasmic release. Your thrusting quickens until it matches the same pace as the man's self massage, and you release into his bowels. Your orgasm is not the male orgasm, but one of the costume. You feel every part of your body prickle and tingle as the whole suit seems to be moving around your body. The man and you slowly collapse on the floor, your cock firmly buried inside him. It seemed to last forever, your whole body was engulfed in the best orgasm you ever had and it lasted longer than any other. It wasn't until you felt your cock slide out that you noticed your cock was finally shrinking, having been kept hard by the cock ring.
You rolled onto your back. The smell of rubber the only odor you smelled. Your body felt great. The orgasm had bonded the suit to you. The costume had become your skin. You were admiring your paws when you saw the man roll over and his boob padding had fallen out. He didn't look like a man anymore either. He was now wearing a tiger striped orange rubbery spandex cheerleader outfit, with his body now adapted to maximize the outfit, from erect nipples on his DD cup breasts to the ample cameltoe the clingy rubber shorts now displayed.
He breathed deeply and slowly. He felt a fire between his legs, a need for your cock. He reached over and began to stroke your rubber sheath again, smiling with a coy grin. You nod and return the smile, and feel the stirring in your body start to grow again.