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I've always felt like Halloween costume parties were kind of overrated: a bunch of grown adults having fun in cheap get-ups, like a bunch of toilet paper for mummy bandages, some clunky, plastic pitchforks for tridents, a simple sheet with holes for ghosts... What's even the point, honestly? They aren't even spooky. If anything... Halloween costumes should be sexy.

Which is the whole reason why I'm here, in this shady, kinky costume store. Halloween's tonight, and I'm desperate to get to my pal Widdly's naughty costume party-- the theme for this evening is, you guessed it: spooky stuff. Well, it's not mandatory, but if you want in, you have to have a costume or suit of some sort. At least, it doesn't matter too much if it's cheap, as long as it looks "authentic".

Well, there's definitely a lot of authentic stuff in here. Clearly they decorated the shop for the seasonal mood, because among the classic leather and latex BDSM outfits, there are things like sexy witch costumes, mutated nurse outfit complete with faceless mask (how do you even see in one of these?) and other weird stuff.

Despite this, though, I'm not really sure what I want to get. Walking around the aisles, there isn't really anything interesting, really eye-catching, you know? I feel a bit silly for even considering the halloween-themed costumes, because all of this would just be easier if I could just bring a catsuit or something.

Unable to find anything satisfying, I head for the counter; the clerk is reading a magazine, but seeing me draw closer gets them out of it. They're dressed for the occasion: an impressively realistic zombie costume, with rotten skin patches, synthetic guts spilling out of their stomach, a hole in one of their large tits, and a butcher's knife planted in their head, dripping with blood. I have to say it's almost eerie how it shines in the shop's dim light, like it's made out of actual metal and not plastic. But there's no way, really.

They really went the full mile with their costume, along with a gross perfume and even the magazine they're reading is clearly spooky-themed: something about the headless horseman, judging by the cover.

"So, um. I'm looking for a costume for a kinky halloween party, but I dunno if anything really fits me; do you have something in the back store perchance?"

They looked at me with a half-bored, half-emotionless stare, before shrugging, bringing forth an unpleasant squelch sound, "Probably. Help yourself, the door's over there" -- they point a bony finger towards a small door hidden in a corner behind an outfit rack --"and unlocked. Getting all kinds of things all the time, something might be your fancy," they answer with a rough, almost painfully guttural voice.

Nodding, I step away from the counter and walk into the pitch black storage room; a few moments of tapping the walls and I manage to find and flick the light switch, which... doesn't help much considering how tacky it is, but it does its job, considering I can at least see further than my outstretched arm now.

Before I can even start a train of thought, a peculiar shine in a corner of the room catches my attention-- it's coming from... a tail? That looks like a tail, at least. Taking a few steps forward and getting a closer look lets me identify it as some sort of fox tail; the shine comes from the material it is made out of, which seems to be some kind of rubber. The few squeaks it makes when I squeeze it confirm those suspicions.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I tug the box open and pull the costume(?) out by the tail, revealing a full fox outfit. Even at first glance, in the dark like this, it looks impressive. The way the smooth PVC shines from the worn-out bulb's light is almost mesmerizing.

One problem quickly becomes obvious however, and it's the huge pair of tits on the front; aside from the blatant fact these definitely belong on a bimbo, the generous cleavage clearly means this is intended for the opposite gender.

But... I can't shake off that inkling of curiosity in my chest. It is going to be a costume party after all... and what better costume to bamboozle folks with than that of a fox girl?

I guess all that's left to do is to make sure it fits. I feel awkward at the idea of coming back out to the main store, but luckily for me, there's a door in the other corner of the room, which, according to the label, leads to the bathroom-- probably the one for employees. Well,it's pretty much as good as a changing room, right?

I sneak away into the bathroom-- which, to my surprise, is in much better condition than the crappy old shack I was just in a second ago. The light is almost too bright in contrast, forcing me to squint for a few seconds to adapt. Still, there's everything I need here: a mirror and a private space all to myself.

In such a bright room, the suit was even more resplendent-- the mesmerizing jade color of her long hair, giving it a unique charm despite how messily ruffled it looks, matching with her long, sharp green claws; the gorgeous deep purple "fur", with the belly area being a lighter shade of nearly pink, purple lilac...

The tip of the large, bulbous tail was the same color, and to the side, about two thirds of the length, is a... nozzle? Great. It's one of those inflatable rubber suits.

There's also a comically large zipper going across the suit's torso-- so much so that the pulling tag could probably work as a pendant with the suit fully zipped up. A bit odd of a design choice, but given the costume's proportions, the cartoony aspect is probably on purpose.

I don't know if I feel in the mood to inflate the suit myself, but a quick inspection of the inside lets me discover it definitely isn't as deflated as it looks. Perhaps the pump nozzle is only for the tail? It would make sense; 'could give the outfit a very puffy tail look.

The inside of the suit looks like it's padded with... spandex? The material feels like that at least, but there's definitely something soft and bouncy underneath that first soft, smooth layer.

Okay, that's enough gawking over the suit I'm gonna wear.

At least, it looks verystretchy, so I shouldn't have any trouble putting it on. I take off all my clothes save for my underwear, before tentatively beginning to slot my leg through the front of the suit. It fits alright, though perhaps a little bit too large for me. I would usually have dropped the costume if it was any other, but I feel a stubborn compulsion to keep going to see if the whole thing works.

Thankfully, the foot area is a good fit; a few flexes of my toes brings the clawed paws to move nicely, confirming they all slotted in correctly. The paw pads on the soles are wonderfully plush, and my feet sink nicely into the comfy foam.

With both my legs in, I manage to pull the suit's waist to more or less match mine. A quick look in the mirror confirms my suspicions: I look really silly. Hopefully I won't be as goofy with the whole thing on...

Next, I slip my right arm in first; it's definitely a tighter fit than my legs, but it doesn't feel too bad. The gloves are nice, although a bit restrictive, especially around the fingertips, what with those long nails, which makes me wonder how I'm going to finish putting this thing on. I guess that's a problem for future me...?

Just like the right arm, the left fits correctly-- since the zipper only goes up to the suit's collarbone I can only look awkward, as the rest of the suit, with the head attached, still has to be fitted over my shoulders. This part is easy at least, and even though my mitted hands feel a bit clumsy, I manage to slowly but surely slide the rubbery head over mine.

There's immediately one awkward difference: the light. The moment I slip the thing past my eyes I'm in complete darkness, which doesn't fade even when I can feel it correctly resting onto my shoulders. Which means... there's no eye holes for this suit? What in the world?

And just like that, a perfectly fine outfit is ruined. I mean, seriously: who the hell makes a halloween costume that doesn't allow the wearer to see? Maybe that's why it was in the backroom; it's not for sale. Or maybe it's not even finished.

I let out a big long sigh, reaching for the zipper to open it and get undressed... until I realize my hand isn't moving. Just as suddenly, the suit feels a lot tighter all around me, squeezing me, as if attempting to possessively keep me inside. It's gone from being loose or fitting in some areas to absolutely skin-tight, compressing every inch of my body, so much so I feel the air almost crushed out of my chest-- is that what wearing a corset feels like?

And yet, things only get more surreal: my body starts twitching, moving on its own; my arms lift forward, before my hands flex and stretch, as if to make sure this isn't a dream. And then, a voice:

"Ahh, finally! It was about time somebody put me on!"

The most worrying part is that the voice is not mine. It's a feminine voice, dripping with slyness and malice.

"Can you even imagine how unbearable it is to be left to rot in a crummy box in the dark for who knows how long?! No, of course you can't." Whenever she speaks, a bit of light makes its way into the mask, letting me know her mouth is moving. "You will address me as Queen Jezz, understood?... Not that it quite matters in your current state, seeing you can't speak! Aahhahaha!!"

"Queen Jezz" begins moving again, taking my body along for the ride-- the anxiety in my chest is only rising, but judging by how my body is posing, it looks like she's... admiring herself? Probably checking herself out in front of the mirror?

"My, if anything, you are quite tasty! I would have eaten you whole but I'm in quite the pickle. Actually, you should feel honored! You're going to help me take over the world! HAH!"

The more she speaks, the more uncomfortable the inside of the suit gets; it feels increasingly hot and humid, and I can feel my body starting to sweat all over, making the material stick to me even further. Just as I believe things can't get worse, she begins moving again-- though this time it's not quite my body, but only hers; like she's squirming around mine, wobbling around like some kind of putty. Something warm and wet floods my ears, and it's enough to bring forth a visceral reaction so violent I manage to grab control of my body once again, if only for a few seconds, to recoil in discomfort.

"Now now, don't be like that! Since we're going to spend some time together, I'm getting a little bit more acquainted with you!"sneers the purple fox.

I'm not sure what's more worrying: the fact whatever she's doing doesn't hurt, or that I'm feeling increasingly woozy on top of being deafened as if my ears were filled with water - which, they might as well have been. That brief surge a few moments ago is all I can hold onto: with everything I can give, I attempt to get control of my body back. It feels like the weight of the world is on my back, and my heart is hammering against my chest from both the effort and existential terror filling me-- I feel my limbs trembling, straining from how hard I'm flexing, moving ever-so-slightly despite the costume's control.

"Oh, my!... You're going to Widdly's party?... Small world! I've been looking for him forEVER! What do you say we go there together? After all, it's not like you've got anywhere else you'd rather be tonight!"

The wet POP! I hear when she retracts whatever she put inside of me from my ears shakes me to my very core. It's distraction enough for her to rob control back, and I can already feel her stretching, using my body as a skeleton for hers.

"I can tell you're excited! Just look at this!"

She reaches her hand down between her legs, which is enough to make me seize-- she has noticed my body naturally betraying me, the tight touch of the hot latex around my pelvis more than enough to get me going. While this situation is nothing to be horny about - well, maybe a little - the dread of being puppeted by an unknown fox girl living suit is too intense for me to feel any enjoyment out of this--

"Any enjoyment? Are you sure about this?"

Wait--

"Yes, I can read your thoughts. Can't hide anything from your Queen, hahah!"

Her hand keeps rubbing around my crotch, her sharp claw poking against it-- it feels very slightly painful, uncomfortable, ticklish and pleasurable all at once, somehow. No matter how I try to stop her or do anything to move my body again, she barely budges, continuing her merciless teasing.

"Oh, you're so eager! Does being helpless turn you on that much? Oh! I guess it does!"

She cackles again, before my ears become flooded once more. It feels even worse than the first time, but after a few seconds, light flooded my eyes so violently I couldn't help but reflexively close them shut.

"Why so shy? Come on, friend! Open your eyes! Have a good, long look!"

What she means by that becomes very clear the moment I open my eyes: I can see! Staring back at me is a shiny rubber fox girl, those sparkling jade eyes and fiery red irises feeling like they're drilling into my very soul. She's sporting a smug, mischievous grin, and one of her hands is pressing into her left, balloon-like tit, while the other is rubbing up and down the very obvious bulge my dick is making against the costume.

"Why thank you! I do know I'm incredibly hot. And no, I won't stop reading your mind! We're connected after all," she taunts, forcing me to look her over, "Oh, and don't bother closing your eyes. I'm the one doing the moving now!"

She's right. I don't think I can possibly move, and the tighter she gets around me, the less I want to-- I don't know if it's because of... whatever she's doing with my head, or if it's just because I like latex.

"I think we both know the answer to that one. I mean, look at you! Talk about being a horndog. Or should I say hornfox? HAH!"

With each rub of her hands over my pinned shaft, it becomes more difficult to hold back; cumming would feel like admitting defeat, and whether out of stubbornness or something else I can't pinpoint, I vehemently refuse to.

"Now, now. Don't be like that! If you love spending time with me that much, I can make sure you're the first to be turned into my inflatable squeaky servant the moment I have this wretched little brat's soul!"

The much darker, angrier tone she suddenly shifts to is both odd and worrying.

"It's nothing you have to worry your soon-to-be-full-of-air-head about. Now cum already! All that lust is... distracting me. I don't want to miss my chances!"

I'm not sure how, but I manage to close my eyes shut-- that's only me raising the white flag of defeat, unfortunately, as I groan into my "mask", feeling my dick pulse uncontrollably as I blast the inside of the suit with spooge.

"There we go!... Already so obedient. You'll make a wonderful servant I'm sure!"

Goddammit. I don't know how she does it, but she knows how to push buttons.

"Now, let's get up to a little bit of mischief, shall we?"

Knowing full well I couldn't answer, "Queen Jezz" snickered, before stepping out of the bathroom, taking my body along to carry out her evil deeds.