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It was a sweaty sort of Summer day; the kind that sent couch-potatoes and basement-dwellers outside where the heat didn't grab as hard. Air conditioning would have been heavenly then and there, but I strode down the sidewalk with a purpose great enough to turn my back on such comforts. I'd learned of a very unique kind of store only a couple of days ago and I needed to see it for myself. Nothing mattered save for my destination.

In no time at all, I could see it there before me. The eye-catching sign above the entrance flickered a bit, having just been turned on. I'd made for the store quite early, and there I was as the front doors were unlocked. Vene's Vivacious Vicariations had opened for business.

Despite my drive to confirm the store's existence, I slowed my pace. Peering into one of the large storefront windows, I saw exactly what I'd rushed there for. Gazing back at me through the glass were the faces of all sorts of creatures and characters, each and every one bearing an expression perfectly befitting them. Fluffy faces with bubbly grins and scowling ones with grumpy snarls; my vantage point granted me just a taste of a gift so great, I couldn't comprehend that it was actually there before me. Rationality be damned; there were no finer costumes on this planet.

Anticipation couldn't be held back, and I shivered a little bit, gripping at my arms. I may have looked to be getting frostbite as I stood outside by the window in the scorching heat. I needed to go inside. It wasn't enough to look through a window. I needed to get closer, to see these costumes up close. I had to be face-to-face with them, staring into the various expressive faces as I stroked along the associated body. Soft synthetic fur, smooth rubbery scales, thick, heavy foam; I'd never forgive myself if I didn't go inside to touch. I really hoped there weren't any rules against that, because if there were, I'd be breaking them.

My entry was accompanied by the jingle of little bells hanging off the handle. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to notice me. I was already struggling to maintain a relaxed composure; talking with anyone there threatened to become a stressor I wasn't prepared to deal with. Signs on simple wooden stands were placed about the entryway. "Vene's Vivacious Vicariations suits you!" A pun like that deserved a half-smirk at the very least.

No one seemed to be moving to greet me as I headed for the costume I'd been gawking at the most from outside. Black, grey, and white, every inch was covered in soft, thick fur. It had giant, clumsy paws for hands, and stout, comically thick legs ending in humongous, heavy-looking paw-shaped feet. While it did have a thick tail trailing off from its backside, its body was more belly than anything else, enormous and rounded; it wasn't hard to imagine leaping into it like it was a furred beanbag chair. Topping it all off was the head of what I'd have to call, for lack of any better term, a furry dragon. It had thick, pliable horns, ridiculously puffy cheeks, and a big dopey smile. "Icarus," read the signboard rested next to the head. That stupid grin on its big, dumb face was somehow soothing; Embarrassment was slowly evaporating as I reached out to touch that belly.

"Hard to resist that big ol' cutie, huh?"

I nearly lept at the sudden intrusion. I was snuck up on, invaded and exposed by someone who appeared at first glance to be a clerk or salesperson. He absolutely saw what I was about to do, and I felt certain that he had approached in order to stop me.

"What do you think of Icarus? Between you and me, he's one of my favorites."

Blushing and nodding were all I could manage. I could have left then, accepting the established embarrassment and denying myself any more, but that would remove me from these wondrous costumes. That simply wasn't going to happen. I just wanted this clerk or whomever to go away.

"You seem like the reserved sort." His tone suggested he was aiming to ease my nerves. "You don't have to say anything, I understand. Go ahead and see what Icarus feels like. I put real soul into every single suit I make, so I've no doubt that you'll adore him at first touch. If you need anything, my name's Vene, and I'll be by the counter."

He hadn't struck me as the owner, but there it was. And these suits, as he called them, were his craft. He wouldn't admonish me for liking his works. Well... this went beyond simply liking them. Mere seconds of stroking Icarus' luscious belly-fur led to the fullest-body cuddle I could manage with a suit on display, my face smushed so far into that squishy plush belly that it was a wonder I could still breathe. I wanted so desperately for those fluffy arms to squeeze me tightly, to sink further into that rounded belly. Eventually I had to pull myself away, looking back to that stupid grin. The suit appeared so pleased with itself for being so fluffy, cuddly and perfect.

Surprisingly, I didn't roam the rest of the store. I'd imagined myself quietly browsing, taking in all of what this place had to offer, but already I had it set in my mind that I wouldn't find a suit as great as Icarus. Everything about it felt desirable; I wanted to be cuddly, all soft and fluffy and furry, perfect for leaning in against to rub and pet all over. Even that grin seemed so right. Icarus was just like a giant plush, making that eager, witless smile a beautiful fit. There was no angle I could approach thinking of Icarus without it being the best thing I could ever wish for.

Except the price. There wasn't any chance of me being able to afford the suit in that moment, or that's what I'd quickly convinced myself of. Surely Icarus would be far outside of any price range I could hope to reasonably afford. I headed for the counter, mentally preparing to be crushed under the weight of responsibility.

"I get the impression you liked him!" I must have appeared notably less embarrassed and downtrodden as I approached Vene at the check-out counter. "Doesn't he feel wonderful? Being close to Icarus is supposed to inspire such good feelings, but let me tell you, wearing him feels even better. How about you try him on for a little bit? I could take you to our fitting rooms."

There never was any chance I would turn that offer down. I found myself following Vene, who led the way past some aisles toward a small hallway to the fitting rooms. I nearly collided into his backside when he suddenly stopped, glancing my way out of the corner of his eye.

"How much do you like Icarus? How badly do you want to feel the suit?"

His questions were so sudden, pulling at me somewhat like they were threatening to remove me from my comfort zone. I tugged on the neck of my shirt. I definitely felt a wave of heat washing over me, reddening my face.

"Heheh... I see. Follow me. This way."

I didn't have time to consider what was happening. I needed to feel what it was like to wear Icarus, and Vene was going to let me do that, yet he walked away from the fitting rooms with the intent that I'd follow. Despite my confusion, along I went.

I was led along the back wall right up to a locked door. It was quite out of the way; without being guided directly, I likely never would have spotted it. Vene granted the both of us passage through the door and down a dark hallway, and I nearly shouted out before restraining myself, shocked beyond expression at what I'd become privy to. Vene's Vivacious Vicariations housed its very own adult area, secluded and secret. If I hadn't witnessed it for myself, I'd never have believed it existed.

There were more suits on display, but the tone and presentation couldn't have been more different. I could recognize some of them as replicas from the storefront, but these suits were posed in such lewd fashions, and certain ones had new expressions on their faces. Some seductive and alluring where they weren't before, and some unchanged. I failed to notice any of that at first glance, though. My immediate attention was demanded by a new factor to the suits, entirely impossible to overlook. These suits all sported genitalia.

It went beyond what any one person could imagine on their own. There were simply no limits, no boundaries to prevent any one suit from possessing anything that naturally eroticized and fleshed out its body. While more than plenty of these gorgeous suits displayed their distinct male or female sexes, there were many yet which did not conform. Beyond that, there were no limits to body types, weight, height, fake fur, latex, creature or character. I was so beside myself, not at all ready for what I was seeing. Even so, there was no shame in the atmosphere, no judgment; only allure, attraction, pride, beauty, and lust.

It truly was a wild, impossible fantasy made real. If only I could exist within that world as a permanent resident.

"Would you like to see Icarus?"

I was carefully guided past the various creatures as they bared it all. I felt them reaching out to me, and I wanted nothing more than to be touched. Only a moment later did we come to a halt again. There he was, in a new pose. He was slouched against a wall, legs splayed out with one big, fluffy paw mushed into his plush belly and the other caressing his own cheek. His expression was exactly the same, yet it was to be taken in a completely different light. Icarus didn't know anything BUT happiness. The Icarus outside of the adult section was suddenly made all the more innocent and sweet, while the one within was naive and clueless. How adorably pathetic...

I've been calling Icarus a "he." It was there in the adult section, up against that wall further in, that Icarus was established as very much a "he." I must emphasize on just how much "HE" he was. His girthy, rubbery he-ness was nearly as thick as one of his arms.

I was wrong earlier. This Icarus, before me now, was the truest of perfection.

I would have gotten down on the floor with Icarus to hold and touch had I not remembered that I was there to wear him. It was really going to happen. Vene was carefully removing him from his posing station so that we could bring him to the adult fitting rooms. There were only two, and I was brought into the one on the right. Vene set Icarus down in a gentle, fluffy pile before turning to me with a smile of his own.

"Very few are allowed back here, but I'm thrilled to welcome you! These suits were designed for those like you who can appreciate them in ways others cannot. I have no doubt that you'll feel an intense bond with Icarus before you leave here today..." What appeared as a pause in sentence became a gesture toward a plastic-sealed poster mounted on the wall. "There are very strict rules to be followed while you're here; look them over before you handle Icarus today. I'll leave you two to it."

Vene stepped out of the fitting room as I took in the list of rules. No food or drink. No destruction of property. No exiting the fitting room while wearing a suit. Only one person permitted to a fitting room at a time. The list appeared relatively mundane until I reached some of the rules near the end. Time limit for fitting room use is 10 minutes. No orgasms within the fitting room. Clothing must be worn at all times.

I glanced over at Icarus. He grinned back at me, as expected. Even in a pile on the floor, everything about him felt endlessly inviting. I needed to get the most out of those precious few minutes. A suit so flawless had to cost more than I could ever afford; with only ten minutes available to me, I had to get the complete experience. Icarus wanted me to. If I hurried, I could get away with defying the one rule I absolutely needed to break.

I tore off my loose t-shirt and practically lept out of my shorts after they were unbuttoned, but I hesitated as I tugged on the waistband of my boxer briefs. My nerves only held fast for a few moments longer before I found myself stripped bare. I had to make the short time I had count; worrying was just a waste. There was nothing more exciting or desirable in that moment than getting to wear and feel Icarus. I approached the thick, heavy pile of fluff and gently placed his grinning head aside, the second piece of two making up the entire suit. From what I could tell, it was meant to be donned last. A grand finale.

Even just touching the hefty body as I lifted it was arousing, and in new, surreal ways. With my clothes abandoned, there was nothing in the way of me getting to experience Icarus to his fullest. He only had one zipper, and it went down his front, entirely hidden beneath all of that fur. Unzipped, he was very easy to step into. I carefully gripped at the edges of the opening as I slid one foot inside, down through a thick and somewhat stubby leg. The fit was so snug, so tight and warm. It almost seemed even softer on the inside; I had no idea what his material could possibly be. When my foot planted itself down within Icarus' huge paw-like foot, the immediate need to even out was overwhelming. By then, there was literally nothing that could stop me from getting the rest of Icarus on as quickly as I could. If I wasn't feeling every single inch of him holding my body, if I wasn't completely consumed, if I wasn't Icarus... then it wasn't enough.

It became difficult to stand on one leg as I slid my other foot inside; I nearly fell over. My weight was distributed all wrong now that I had this sagging mass going up my legs only to drop off and slump on the floor. I needed to get Icarus on from the bottom up, marking my next goal of wearing that thick rubber shaft of his. I had no idea how it was supposed to be worn, but it didn't matter. I tugged and adjusted and shifted and squirmed until it just felt... right. A sudden twitch and I flopped over, Icarus' rear landing on the floor with a hard smack. The impact left his girth bouncing around on its own, and I could feel it. Sitting there on the floor, watching it closely, enjoying the stimulation within the gentle wobbles... The erotic display was practically hypnotic. I didn't bother trying to stand back up. It's likely I wouldn't have been able to, even if I had tried.

Gentle shudders accompanied the last of the arousing bouncing before I resumed what I was doing. I needed to hoist the suit up onto and over my shoulders, and then slip my hands and arms inside so they could rest within Icarus' paws. The weight was a comforting blanket, pressing down all over, never letting me forget that it was there, that it had me. And the arms were as tight and gripping as the legs and feet. I hadn't considered what I'd have to do next, though. I had put the paws on, but I still needed to zip up Icarus' front, as well as get his beautiful head on. His paws, as adorable and soft as they were, offered zero dexterity. I had no clue how I was going to proceed.

Then I heard a knock on the fitting room door. "Time's about up. You ought to start taking him off, now. Would you like any help?"

I had taken too long, and my ten minutes had flown by without notice. I didn't know what to do. My gut told me to keep my mouth shut and hope to be left alone a short while longer. I just wanted him to walk away. I figured there was no way he'd just barge in. It was a fitting room, after all.

So imagine my shock when in he came. One glance at my discarded clothes on the floor was all it took for him to know I didn't obey the rules. I felt so ashamed. I couldn't make eye-contact as he shut the door and approached me.

"I had a feeling it might come to this." My face went redder. Vene stepped around me; I thought he was circling me, but no. He collected Icarus' dumb face before returning to me. I didn't look up to see that he was holding it.

"Well, it's alright. Clothing is only really necessary for ease in clean-up after you leave." I began to look up, thinking that Vene was forgiving me. "Well, that, and to prevent this."

The headpiece came down, fitting so firmly, so snug. What a big, stupid grin Icarus had on that fluffy face of his, clearly so pleased that he was made whole. He looked so giddy as he rubbed and pawed at his face, still seated on the floor. There wasn't any way to know whether he was trying to tug his pretty head off, or just rub and feel, enjoying the sensations and softness. Vene stepped around him again, reaching his fingers into the pockets of the discarded pair of shorts nearby. He fished something out before returning, stroking over Icarus' furry head. "How're you feeling?" Icarus leaned himself into the gentle petting, tilting his head back to smile up at Vene, who was holding a little wallet.

"Not gonna tell me? Or are you so stupid that you forgot how to talk?"

"Hu-hu-huuurrrr! Huurrr hu-hurr hurr! Heh heh!..." Icarus had never spoken even a single word before. All he knew was to smile and laugh. He was being given such nice, warm pets while his new friend was saying things he simply couldn't comprehend. A normal rate of speech was too tough for him to follow.

"Guess that answers that. Such a good, sweet boy, Icarus. So dumb and helpless and happy..." That thick, fluffy tail wriggled and flopped against Vene's legs and the floor. Icarus liked being told he was good; it only made him happier. "Listen, Icarus. I'll go niiiiice and slooooow so you can unnnn-derrrr-staaaand. Who's this person, in this little picture?" Vene lowered something down in front of Icarus' gaze. It was tough enough for him to even identify a driver's license as anything more than a rectangle. There was a small picture on it. Icarus had been staring at whoever that was for the past while, but was clueless as to who he was. He shook his head, rubbing it against Vene's thighs. "Hu-hurr! Heh heh, hurr hurr!"

"That's okay, Icarus. He doesn't matter right now. What matters now is that you get to enjoy yourself for a while before I've got to put you away. Does that sound like fun, stupid? Do yooouuu want to enjoooooy yourseeellllf?"

"Hu-hu-hu-hurrrr!" He wriggled so giddily, frantically nodding and laughing. Vene moved to the side, and without Icarus correcting his balance from his prior leaning, his upper body fell over and hit the floor. His thick, heavy legs and feet kicked adorably and aimlessly as he rubbed around his round belly, laughing and laughing. Flopping over like some soft, dumb plush was so silly!

Soon Vene's hands had joined Icarus' paws in rubbing all over his stomach, smushing and stroking through all that pillow-y fur. The giggles wouldn't stop, the squirming was relentless, the ridiculous smile endless. Unlike Icarus' rubbing, Vene was slowly stroking his hands lower and lower, traveling down that cuddle-belly, rounding toward a different destination that he knew Icarus would love so much, whether he even knew what those intense, wonderful feelings were or not... "That's it, Icarus. Belly rubs for the big, stupid, fluffy boy. Wriggle and smile, giggle and squirm. Dumber and dumber with every nice, soft rub..."

A sudden blaring sound rang out without warning, and I jerked in surprise. My gaze left my computer screen and I grabbed at my phone, responsible for the noise. I ceased the alarm as quickly as I could before dropping it back onto the desk, sighing as I returned my hands to the keyboard.

((Crap... I have to stop, I forgot I had a psych appointment. I'm really sorry.))

((Awww... It's okay, it happens.))

((I'll be more aware next time. I'll see you later.))

((Stay safe. Cya later.))

I shut off my computer and donned my clothes. With phone, keys, and wallet on hand, I stepped out of my apartment.