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Transforming the Convention for Zohaku by Draconicon

The long wait for the hotel elevator had nearly driven him crazy, but now that he was alone in his hotel room, Leroy finally felt a smile creeping along his face. He threw the box in his arms down on the bed, and let out the little happy-dance that he'd been holding in ever since he saw the costume shop a few blocks away from the convention center.

"This is gonna be great!"

He calmed himself down after a few minutes, taking a couple of deep breaths as he finally unboxed the suit inside. It was a surprisingly good otter costume, complete with a helmet mask, tail, gloves, and 'feet' shoes that would cover just about everything. He laid them out piece by piece on his bed, and then blinked when he got to some of the other pieces that would be worn underneath it, including a piece of underwear that looked like one of those erotic sheath-shorts that were sold on some websites.

"Uh...I'll keep that for later."

For the moment, the costume had his full attention. It was like a fursuit...but better. There wasn't that hint of the cheap layer of color that some had, or the extensive bulk that came from some of the wireframe constructions. It felt...natural, for lack of a better word. Like it would show him as the otter that he always loved pretending that he was.

Even running his fingers down the fur that lined the costume's front and arms left him grinning, as if he was rubbing his new limbs. Every touch built his anticipation for wearing the suit all the more, and soon, he couldn't bear it any longer. He had to put it on.

Strangely, the costume shop owner had told him that all the costumes needed to be worn with nothing but other costume pieces. Something about how the bulk of normal clothes would show through and ruin the effect. It wasn't something he completely understood, but given that he wasn't wearing the sheath-shorts, he was feeling pretty confident in how it would cover him. And besides, the better the illusion of being an otter, the better he'd feel.

He held up the main body of it, which had everything but the head, gloves, and feet. Pulling the zipper down in the back, he exposed the insides, which shimmered almost like latex as he looked at it. Not a bad look, he supposed, and it would definitely keep the material from sliding around on his body. He slid one leg in, and then the other, wiggling his feet through the costume legs until they popped out the other side. He was rather surprised at how slick it felt; usually it was kind of difficult to get something like that on.

Ignoring the strangeness, he pulled the sleeves down his arms until his hands popped through the far ends. Thankfully, it wasn't hard to reach back and pull the zipper back up, though he jumped a bit as he felt it suddenly get tighter when it reached the top. It was like it had somehow become vacuum tight around his body, and he blushed as he felt the latex interior cup his manhood. Nothing could be seen in the front, but it was still strange to feel like he should be showing quite a bit of bulge, yet actually show nothing.

Still, he couldn't help but grin at the same time. The creamy belly fur looked and felt so much more real compared to any of the other suiters around the convention, and he stroked his stomach a few times. He could actually feel it through the suit, yet still feel the fur and everything else. However the makers of this had accomplished this, they needed to be congratulated, and expand their product line.

"Right...right, time for the gloves."

Panting softly in his own eagerness, Leroy grabbed the otter paw gloves from the bed and quickly pulled them on. They were much more dexterous than he was used to seeing, more like actual gloves than the sports-glove sized hands that a lot of suits had. As he pulled them to the wrist, they blended in with the rest of the suit so well that he couldn't tell where the arm ended and the glove began.

Wiggling his fingers around, he was amazed to have so much dexterity. Yeah, it was slightly less than normal, but that was more due to the webbing between his thumb and pointer finger than anything else. Everything else was completely normal.

He grabbed the shoes and put them on as well, and it felt almost like slipping into a pair of pool shoes with toes on the end of them. The toes of the 'feet' wiggled in time with his own, and once more, the only problem with dexterity came with the webbing between them. If it weren't for the fact that he'd have to replace the fur if he took a dip, Leroy would have been tempted to try swimming with the shoes and gloves.

But that wouldn't happen. Turning on his heel, he looked at himself in one of the mirrors of the hotel room. To his amazement, he looked just like an otter from the neck down. He had the slender body, the thick rudder tail, the webbed paws; everything was precisely as an otter should be, slinky and crafty and well made for swimming.

All I need now is the head.

Hardly believing how excited he was, Leroy reached over to the final piece, the helmet. It was spacious inside, almost too spacious. He had hopes that it wouldn't ruin the rest of the illusion, but considering how much space there was outside of his head, he had a horrible feeling that it would just look silly. Still, he hoped for the best as he pulled it over his head.

As it settled on his shoulders, he looked through the mesh eyes. It made the world a bit more...pixelated, for lack of a better word, but he could see just fine. He started to turn -

Conversion initiated.

"Wait what?"

Leroy started to reach for his head, but suddenly his arms froze in the process. His legs were paralyzed, unable to move against the latex interior of the suit. It was like the entire thing had suddenly frozen around him, hardened to the point where it couldn't move at all. Even the helmet clamped down around his neck, keeping him looking in one direction.

Initiating nervous system links.

The voice was coming from somewhere in the helmet, but that was the least of his concerns. Leroy felt the latex rapidly heating up in several locations, and where it touched his skin, it was like there was a sudden prodding of a needle. Not painful, but definitely piercing, pricking at him. It never lasted more than a second, but his skin felt slick, warm...different, afterwards.

As several prickles ran up and down his fingers, he slowly got his motor control back over them. He started to curl them, and gasped as he realized that he wasn't feeling through his fingers, but feeling the fur and 'skin' that made up the exterior of the suit.

Initiating Suit Melding.

The pricking continued along his hands and over his palms, giving his fingers more and more mobility, but before he could actually do anything about it, the gap between his gloves and the costume proper flashed with light. A red line ran between them, and by the time that it faded and he could move his wrists enough to reach down, the pieces were joined. It was like looking at unbroken skin rather than bits of a costume.

A similar burst of light confirmed that the same thing had happened to his feet, and he worried about how much time he'd have before the helmet was likewise sealed.

"What are you? What's going on?!"

This unit is the Otter Conversion Suit, Model #3, serial number #15h32. You have been selected to be converted. Do you wish to observe your conversion?

"I - yes, but -"

Please stand by.

His feet and legs moved in jerky motions, turning him back towards the mirror. Several times, it felt like he was going to topple over, but apparently the suit had enough control over his nervous system to correct his balance. Regardless, Leroy felt more worried than ever, until he saw the mirror again.

For the first time, he was able to see the suit's progress as it melded to him. Though the gloves had looked very realistic before, he'd still been able to tell that they were gloves. Now, there was something subtly different, as though the pads were real, the fur fresh, and the bits of skin seen through it quite real. As the suit sealed tighter to his arms, he saw it suddenly clump inwards, showing the muscle he'd built up over time, rather than just being well fitted to him.

"This is...this is impossible..."

Initiating genital reproduction.

"Oh god."

He blushed inside the helmet as he felt the latex around his crotch suddenly heat up. Rather than pricking at him and connecting him to the suit the way that it had before, it instead seemed to mold the outside. A sheath began to form, and his balls slipped into a little pouch that the suit created. It looked like something out of a piece of art that would be censored in the dealer's den, but at the same time, all too real.

The sheath opened as his shaft was forced into it, and he watched as it went from purely human to something more of the hybrid that the fandom seemed to like. It was smoother, and definitely slicker and shinier. He started to reach down to it, hesitated, and then reached the rest of the way, wrapping his hand around it.

Almost instantly he gasped in pleasure. It was ridiculously sensitive, almost painfully so. He pulled his hand back, shaking his head a few times before the helmet clamped down again.

Initiating final conversions.

Leroy started to smile, and then went wide eyed as the suit head - rather large in the mirror - suddenly pushed inwards. He went from over an inch of head-space in all directions to less than a millimeter, and then one as the metal and latex pressed against his face. Once again, he felt a massive wave of heat, and his vision went completely white, blinding him as he screamed in shock.

He felt all sorts of things shoving against his skin, and somehow, painlessly through them. His bones grated and ground against each other at the sudden rearranging of his face, yet he felt no discomfort. He couldn't see, couldn't feel. All he could do was hear, and his stomach turned at the grinding sounds of his face plates being re-arranged.

When it was over, and the white faded, he realized that he wasn't looking through eye-holes anymore, but through his own eyes. The mirror reflected an otter. Not a suit, not a man in a costume, but a real, honest to life otter. He ran his hands down his body, still surprised to feel it actually on his skin rather than through costume material, and shook his head in sheer amazement.

"Well...this convention just got a whole lot better."

The End