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It was the Saturday of the convention and Michael had woken up in his hotel room with a plan. Yesterday he had spent most of the time hanging out with friends and hadn't had time to wear the brand new fursuit that he had just bought, but the reason he did that was so he could spend all day today in suit. While he was new with this one he had done a lot of suiting before and knew how to handle being in one for a long stretch of time as he got ready with his usual routine. When he came out of the shower as he tried himself off he saw the green tiger costume that he had spent a considerable amount of money on and was practically shivering with anticipation as he ran his fingers through the thick fur.

Though it had been quite expensive for his new fursona he certainly considered it money well spent, especially considering that it had a few hidden compartments so that he could actually relieve himself while in suit without it looking like some sort of murrsuit. There were a few other places as well where he had generally thicker fur hide the holes and as long as someone didn't try to reach in no one would know they were there. After getting on his undersuit he slowly and carefully got the bodysuit on, followed by the feet and then finally the head. Once he made sure everything was secured there Michael finally secured everything he would need in the hidden pockets of his suits before putting on his gloves and heading out the door.

When he got down to the floor he was immediately greeted with people that liked what they saw, a few people already wanting to take pictures with his new suit as he posed as best he could while a big tiger. It was always a great feeling when people either liked what he had on or recognized his character, although this was a rather new fursona so it was unlikely he would get a lot of the latter. After a few more minutes of looking around he found that there weren't a whole lot of people that were out and about yet. That wasn't too crazy though for a Saturday since quite a few were probably up in their rooms either nursing a hangover, eating breakfast, or still with someone they had potentially hooked up with the night before.

One person he did see was someone that he knew as Raziken, the purple-furred creature leaning up against the table was rubbing against the fur of his fursuit head. He was also someone that fursuited a lot and remembered that he was in his suit last night too as he went up to talk to him. "Hey, that must have been some party you went to last night after we parted ways," Michael said as he went up to Raziken, his voice seeming to startle the man dressed up as a hybrid of husky and shark. "You feeling alright?"

"Yeah... just waking up I think," Raziken replied. "Passed out in someone else's room."

"Wait, you're still wearing your fursuit from last night?" Michael asked. "Man, you have to be gross in there, why didn't you go and shower up before coming back down?"

"Because I just got down from her room," Raziken stated, Michael hearing the grin in his voice before he coughed a bit. "Man she was a horny little mink, she had this great white fursuit and she was not afraid to get it stained if you know what I'm saying. Normally I don't indulge in such things but figured that she probably knew what she was doing."

That was a surprise for Michael to hear since Raziken treated his fursuit with such delicacy normally, though as he looked it over it didn't seem to be any worse for wear. In fact it looked even better than the last time he had seen it even though he could see areas where the suit was clearly damp from sweat. But as they walked for a bit he noticed that while Raziken swore up and down that he was feeling alright he could hear a slight wetness in his voice like he had a cold. From what he had been hearing while walking around the convention center there was something going around it seemed, though strangely it sounded like it was mostly affecting those in fursuit. He had never heard of such a thing before and just regarded it as some sort of silly superstition as he asked the other man if he wanted to check out the vendor area when it opened.

Raziken nodded and the two made their way over to the other side of the convention hall as it began to fill up. While it was the usual groups wandering around and panels going on there were a lot more fursuiters then he had thought. They also looked... out of it, some of them just standing there while others seemed to shamble about like a zombie. There must have been some crazy parties last night, Michael thought to himself as he finally made it to the dealer's den.

Just as they were about to get there Michael saw a few others that were in fursuit up against the wall, the two of them pressing their snouts together. It wasn't an uncommon sight though usually there was a cameras there to take pictures of the cute moment. The two passed by quickly enough and had they stuck around they would have seen the one pinned up against the wall flailing about slightly or heard his gurgling as something pushed between the two. It only lasted for a bit and then the other fursuiter's hands dropped, his gloves slowly sliding down his hand to reveal that they were covered in green slime before they were pulled back up to fit back into his suit...

When Michael and Raziken made it to the dealer's den they were surprised to find that there were several booths that weren't set-up and that the usual morning crowds weren't there. As they passed by a few of the vendors Michael could hear them grumble that things were far from what they expected on a Saturday and heard rumors that there were quite a few that had fallen ill. It sounded like some sort of bug was going around since last night but he had never heard about it affecting an entire convention like this. He had also heard that there were some fursuiters that were roaming around being... inappropriate with each other, though Michael doubted it was enough to cause the lack of people in attendance.

As they got about halfway around the den Raziken said he needed to take a second and sit down in one of the nearby chairs. Michael could hear him panting pretty hard and asked if he was alright, which the husky-shark nodded and said he just needed a minute to rest. Even though it looked like there was a bit of drool around the fake teeth of the fursuit head he decided to let him catch his breath, checking out the tables nearby.

Michael was about to go into a larger space that had fursuit supplies and as he walked into the open space he noticed there were already two others there. One of them was a more standard grey-furred wolf that appeared to be talking to the vendor, who was wearing a vixen head, feet, and paws with a bodysuit underneath. He continued to look back on Raziken sitting there while shopping the accessories, though he knew he probably wasn't going to buy anything. Just as he was about to move on though he thought he heard a gurgling sound and a muffled grunt from where the vendor was sitting.

When Michael turned back he noticed that the wolf was standing up and staring straight at him with the vendor completely out of sight. "Um... hey there," Michael said as the wolf fursuiter continued to stare at him. "Am I blocking your way or something?"

The wolf fursuiter didn't respond and Michael began to feel more uncomfortable by the second, especially as they began to approach him. As he took a step back in response he could see something dripping off of his muzzle, whatever it was looked gooey and was tinted the same grey as his suit. The suiter didn't seem to even care that it was getting onto his fur, which looked quite wet already. This was getting far too strange... but as he found himself backing into one of the wire walls set up for a display the wolf suddenly lunged towards him!

Michael let out a cry of shock as the flimsy display wall crashed down from their weight, but as the tiger fursuiter attempted to push the other one away he found his shock more drawn to the one on top of him then the fall. As his paw hands pushed against the thick, wet fur it was like he was pressing against a waterbed and he could see the rest of the suit almost ripple as a result. Even with his own head on he could see that where the seams of the wolf's bodysuit connected to his hands and feet there was a slight gap that revealed... something, though it was hard to see in the moment. At the present time Michael just wanted this guy off of him and swatted at the muzzle of the fursuit head to get it disoriented so that he couldn't see.

Not only did the wolf head not move but it pushed down towards him as the muzzle of it was stretched by something inside. Michael's fight or flight response kicked in and he found that the accessories he landed on had kept him from being flat on the ground, which he used to slide out from underneath the guy pawing at him. As his head pulled away he let out a gasp of shock as more than just drool was leaking out of the other fursuit head, the wolf fursuiter letting out a wet growling sound as what looked like a gooey grey tongue had pushed out into the open. For a few seconds Michael felt his mind get stun locked as he couldn't believe what he was seeing, only to hear a similar noise come from behind the table where he saw the vendor had gone.

With the vendor only wearing a partial with a bodysuit underneath Michael could see the person writhing about on the ground as what looked like some sort of tentacles were slithering down past their chest. Goo was leaking out of their head and neck that went from grey like the wolf to a similar orange hue as the fur they wore while it migrated down their body. As the tiger fursuiter stared in shock he felt something wrap around his leg and turned to see that another tentacle of goo had emerged from the wolf, this time from the space where his hand and suit met to wrap around his ankle. Before it could completely coil around his furry limb Michael kicked it away and his brain finally recognized he was in danger.

Michael wasn't the only one to realize something was very wrong as he could hear the sounds of shouting elsewhere in the dealer's den. As he rushed out from the partially destroyed booth he could see other fursuiters shuffling along the area, moving almost like zombies as he ran back to where he had left Raziken. "Hey man, we got to go!" Michael said, only to notice that the other fursuiter was slumped over in the chair. "Raziken?"

As Michael pushed the hybrid up to see if he was alright he gasped and stepped away as thick strands of gooey purple drool were leaking from the muzzle. Not only that but the entire head was moving like there was something inside of it and it sounded like the one inside was gargling. Whatever was happening had gotten him too... but he didn't have time to think about it as he heard a crash from behind him. Michael spun around and saw that one of the fursuiters had hopped the table to go after someone in a partial while another fullsuiter that had been walking towards the group was suddenly mobbed and brought down.

This place was quickly going down, but as Michael was about run he felt a heavy weight on his back and something pressing against the fur of his fursuit head. He could feel the same squishy consistency as the one that had attacked him, which had left the booth and was stalking another, and managed to push them back to hear them falling into the chair. As he spun around he saw Raziken there with his hands on his muzzle, pulling on it as though to take it off while several gooey tentacles emerged from it. Michael's heart began to race as he saw through the opening that instead of a human face it was a gooey form of the fursuit head that wore it, the gelatinous shark-husky muzzle practically pushing out of its faux muzzle while stretching out towards him.

That was enough for Michael and he turned to run. He had to get out of his convention, but he could see that those who were already turned were starting to become more aggressive and predatory. It was relatively easy to see which fursuiters were already recently infected by the wet fur and goo dripping from their bodies, though some might mistake that as sweat. Others were even more obvious as they started to go on all fours while goo tentacles emerged from gaps in the suit.

Some had more gaps than others, Michael realized as he found several murrsuiter infected who were on top of others, though for some it seemed that other holes were more recently made. Leave it to furries to make some sort of alien goo infection horny, he thought to himself as he looked for somewhere to go to hide from them. With the running he was doing to stay ahead of the growing horde of creatures he was starting to get hot and tired, feeling his own sweat starting to accumulate in his suit while he ran. His only thought was perhaps he could get to the hotel and lock himself in his room, but as he made his way back he found the headless lounge was between him and it with more of the infected fursuiters practically pouring out of the room.

Instead Michael made his way towards the main events hall, which as he went inside he found empty save for one. It was a dragon fursuiter, or probably murrsuiter given the fact that his bulge could be clearly seen in the shorts he wore as the tiger walked over towards him. "Whoa, stay back!" the dragon shouted as he approached, holding up a chair in defense. "You're not getting at me that easily!"

"Relax... I'm... not one of them," Michael replied between pants, pulling off his fursuit hand to show the human one underneath. "See?"

"Well... this is still my hiding spot," the dragon replied as he put the chair back down. "Seems they're attracted to groups, so having you in here is not good for my chances."

Michael nodded but between the fear and the running he needed to sit, telling the other fursuiter that he just needed to catch his breath. Though the other man shook his head he eventually relented and the tiger fursuiter practically flopped down in one of the chairs. With the moment of reprieve he felt practically weak in the knees and practically soaked in sweat as the dragon took a moment to look out at the door to see if he was followed. As he sat there Michael introduced himself, which the white-furred dragon responded to just call him Angel.

"So... do you know what's going on?" Michael asked as he continued to pant to catch his breath.

"No idea," Angel replied. "I was supposed to have some fun with another murrsuiter this morning and when they came over they looked all wet and felt like they had filled their suit with water. I thought maybe they were into something but once they zipped down and showed off what they were packing I have been trying to get out of here, and I would take off my suit since they seem to only go after them but I'm pretty much naked under this thing."

They were only going after fursuiters... that made sense, considering what he saw. He had his underarmor on underneath and could be safe, but as he looked at the hand he had already uncovered it felt almost naked to him. As he flexed his gloved hand he found that he had stopped panting, but it wasn't because he had caught his breath as a grey droplet dripped from his feline muzzle to the floor. A few more followed before they started to turn green and when he realized what had happened he looked up to try and warn Angel, only for a slight gurgle to escape from his lips that were flecked with wetness.

The tiger fursuiter began to tremble as he slowly found his hand drifting back to his paw, the fingers bending back inhumanly as he slid it back over. He needed to keep it on, he had to as it would keep him safe. It was the same for his entire fursuit and with the dragon distracted by explaining how he had managed to avoid the others he felt his entire body convulse. His fursuit rippled as the infection passed to him by the wolf fursuiter through the tentacle that had been slipped into his footpaw took hold of his mind while the wetness of his body was more than just sweat. He found himself almost falling forward as the infection took hold, but while he wasn't sure what he was going to feel he found the sensations to be surprisingly pleasurable.

The sounds of Angel's voice began to sound like he was under water as he found the green drool coming from his maw increasing, though it didn't bother him as it was reabsorbed into his body. The goo that he was becoming bonded to his suit and it became his outer skin as he felt wave after wave of pleasure. It was so good, almost too good as it made it hard for him to think of anything else. As his mind melted literally and figuratively the only thing he could think of was how this felt and that his fursuit was the perfect incubator for his new body.

It was so good that he started to feel the need to share it as he found his head slowly tilting upwards. The gooey tongue he had practically licked the lips of his fursuit head as he slowly stood up, feeling the strange sensations of his new body as the last of his human form melted away. There was nothing left of Michael now, the only thing that remained was the tiger that had been imprinted onto the alien creature that the virus had managed to mutate. While it couldn't take normal humans as hosts it had found that those who wore the warm, stuffy costumes were perfect to incubate in, not to mention it didn't take much to rewire their brains to think only of the euphoria their new bodies had and the lust that overtook any rational thought.

With another potential host right in front of him Angel didn't even have a chance to turn around and see the infected tiger fursuiter pounce him. The dragon fursuiter struggled and shouted to get off but as the gooey creature laid on top of him several tentacles pushed out of the muzzle and into the one below. One immediately slid into the maw of the creature to not only silence him but also to pump him full of alien virus while others slithered into his nostrils and ears to facilitate the conversion. The green gelatinous muzzle of the tiger pushed out briefly as it assimilated this new one, and as it did they gooey dick of the new creature pushed out of the crotch area and managed to slither into the dragon's suit.

Unlike the rather gradual infection from the limited exposure that Michael had received the dragon fursuiter's entire body undulated and sloshed as it was quickly turned to the same gooey substance. As a new goo tail grew into the one that was in the fursuit the tiger started to pump down his cock into the tailhole of the creature. He could already feel the other man melting around it but he continued to thrust with wild abandoned, the sensation of having the human become another goo fursuiter causing his own base desires to ramp up to a thousand. It didn't take long before a similar gel leaked out of the mouth and neck of the dragon as he was filled while tentacles pushed their way out of both their suits to wiggle about in the air.

It didn't take long before white tendrils of goo were pushing their way out of the dragon fursuiter head, the body stretching slightly to fill out the rest of it and give the new form more definition while the goo cock slid in and out of him. While their bodies were essentially gel it still retained some semblance of their former selves, though it more mimicked their suits then their old human forms as the green goo tiger felt his tentacle tongue in the draconic muzzle of the man beneath him. The fact they had taken on the forms of their fursonas had made them, as well as many of the others that had been infected and transformed, much more amicable to their new situation. But while the tiger could have humped into the goo dragon fursuit for a while their heads suddenly snapped up as they could see others had come into the main events hall, unaware of the two that were partially hidden in the rows of chairs slowly standing back up as the goo retracted back into them...

As soon as the two had gotten into the main events hall they practically slammed the doors shut, both of them breathing heavily as they heard the sounds of shouting outside. They had been up in their rooms the entire day and had just decided to come down for the fursuit parade only to see that the entire con looked like it had been evacuated. The only things they saw were other fursuiters and as they had went up to one of them to ask what was going on they saw that it looked like they were dripping with some sort of gooey substance and turned to show a number of goo tentacles that were wiggling out of their maws. The suiter lunged for them but they managed to get away, only to have several more chasing them until they saw that the main events hall was open and seemingly empty.

"Quick, bar the door!" the lion fursuiter said as he held the door shut, feeling the vibrations from those that were attempting to get in.

"With what?!" the horse fursuiter shouted back.

"Go grab some chairs or something!" the lion fursuiter shouted. "We just need to bar the door long enough to get out of these things!" While they weren't sure if it was going to work they had seen that those who weren't in at least a partial were being ignored, but they hadn't had a chance to stop and even take their heads off as the growing mob came after them. Even when they went to the bathroom they were nearly ambushed by several mursuiters that looked like they had huge silicone cocks hanging out of their suits until they saw them move and wiggle about.

Another particularly loud bang echoed in the hall as the lion was pushed back, his paws doing little to hold the ground as he held on. "What the hell is taking so long!?" The fursuiter shouted. "You better not be fucking around back there!"

Suddenly the lion felt a pair of hands wrap around his waist and as he looked down he saw that the arms were a furry green stripe and definitely not human as tendrils could be seen poking out from the wrists. As the lion looked back he saw that the horse was also captured, the fursuiter on his knees as the dragon in front of him thrusted a thick gooey shaft into his maw. The sounds of gulping and slurping were audible even from where he was standing and as he saw the hands of the horse fursuiter pressing hard into the other creature he was bobbing his head back and forth. The suit of the horse had been rather tight on his form and the lion could see his throat being stretched out and as his body began to tremble tendrils were pushing out the fabric while spreading over his body.

Before the lion could say or do anything he was spun around, his scream quickly turning into a gurgle as the tentacles inside the maw of the tiger pushed into his. For a few seconds the human within tried to whip his head back and forth to avoid them but soon his lips were stretching open as the tiger pressed him up against the wall. Their muzzles pressed together in an intensely intimate moment as goo dripped from them, mostly from the tiger at first but as the gasps became wet and sloppy soon both contributed to the mess. It didn't take long before the tiger was pushing up against the chest of the lion, feeling the host inside quickly melt and become just like him while a growing bulge formed in the groin.

All those who couldn't get out of their suits in time soon succumbed to the same alien infection, becoming goo creatures that continued to roam the convention space in order to try and find others. When they ran out of those that were wearing suits they soon turned to those that weren't, and while they didn't befall the same fate, or maybe because of it, those that engaged with the fursuiters found themselves in for the ride of their life. Eventually a quarantine effort was put up and all those that were converted were rounded up to be studied. It was harder to find some than others with a few of them being stashed up in hotel rooms by amorous partners who wanted to keep them for... personal reasons.

It became a story that circulated in all the papers and as a result a number of conventions closed down while the cause or origin of what happened was investigated. Despite having a number of test subjects they couldn't figure out what the cause was, especially since none of the goosuiters as the media nicknamed them wanted to participate. With no one to spread the infection to the alien creatures were quite eloquent in their desire to remain as they were. Eventually cons reopened after they couldn't find the cause and other than isolation of the infected things went back to normal...

...which made Donnie very happy to hear. He had gotten his hyena fullsuit right before everything happened and hadn't been able to wear it with the conventions all closed. As soon as he heard where the first returning con would be he signed up with his friend, another fursuiter of a blue and black avian that had just finished getting his on in the hotel room they shared. "Man, I can't wait to get out there finally," Donnie said as he got his bodysuit on.

"It's going to be weird, that's for sure," the avian suiter said as he adjusted his head.

"Oh yeah, you were there when the last outbreak happened," Donnie replied. "That must have been some thing to see, I'm surprised you didn't become one of them honestly."

"I hadn't been in my suit at the time," his friend replied. "I had been with one of them when they changed, it was a surreal experience. One minute they were fine, then they just started becoming gooey and such, which is a very strange sensation to feel..."

The other man tapered off and Donnie just smirked at that, knowing that there were a few in his group that had gone to that con and had found the goosuiters to be less then threatening. "Well if I run into one of them I'll be sure to let you know," Donnie said as he got his head on, though as he did he found himself adjusting his shoulders a bit before frowning. "Hey, I think my zipper came undone a bit, could you check it?"

When he didn't get a response he asked again, then turned around to see that the avian suiter was hunkered over the desk and panting. Donnie was surprised considering that his friend was an avid suiter and shouldn't be already suffering from the heat, especially as he already looked like he was... sweating... "I think... you already have..." the avian suiter said as he slowly turning around, goo drooling from his beak as he saw a similar one forming inside of it as the hyena fursuiter let out a yelp before being pounced to the bed...