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It's been almost 2 years since Nathan met Robert on a Facebook group. It all began with a small discussion regarding Power Rangers' toys, which then grew into a heated discussion, and by the time they contacted each other via private messages they realized how many things they had in common. Ever since then, they became very good friends, writing to each other almost every day, sharing their thoughts on current issues, or helping each other with romantic troubles.

It wasn't until later they discovered the fact that they were living not that far from each other in real life, so Nathan, after delaying it for months, told Robert that he planned to spend his vacations in Robert's hometown, to which Robert offered him to stay in his house.

Nate, as his friends used to call him, was the complete opposite of the athletic type, as his slim yet hirsute body was more of the type of a skater. Not even his black hair, that he chose to fashion into a mullet, and his unruly goatee, did any favors to make him distinguished, as he looked like any other average Joe.

There was something about him, however, that Robert didn't knew about: Ever since he was a teenager, he found himself attracted to the furry fandom and the furry community. He didn't have a fursona per se, yet he had commissioned a great deal of furry images, and he secretly hoped one day to have his very own fursuit, as he always admired those huge costumes and wandered what it would be like to wear one.

Of course, if he even knew the secret Robert had been keeping from him, he wouldn't have delayed his trip for such long time.

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Robert greeted Nate as he arrived at the bus Station, and for the first time he could see his friend face-to face. Compared to him, Robert indeed looked burlier and slightly taller than him, and even with his short hair and lack of facial hair he looked far manlier than him. Nate could even say Robert looked older than him, even if they were the same age actually. After hugging each other and loading Nate's baggage into Robert's car, they headed to the latter's home.

The first thing Nate noticed was the fact that Robert's car had bumper stickers, a bobblehead, and even cushions depicting the local soccer team-apparently named Xoloscuintles, or Xolos for short, because of a race of indigenous hairless dogs. Robert had briefly told him that the local team was a big thing, as they were actually skilled soccer players and were widely recognized, and that he had been a fan since his late childhood. Nate preferred not to insist on the topic because he was not a soccer fan, and didn't want to upset his friend by looking like a phony.

However, as he arrived at his home, Nate noticed that Robert's fanaticism for the team was huge-on his living room there was a huge Xolos' flag, and in his room there was a soccer jersey signed by every member in the team. Nate had seen the very same jersey in one of Robert's profile pictures, but he never guessed how important was this to him. Fearing this was going to be a recurring topic during his stay, he began to feign interest on his friend's hobby... when his heart skipped a beat, as he spotted a peculiar framed picture on the living room's wall.

On it, there was a costumed man, depicting a tall, muscular and manly anthropomorphic dog mascot. The mascot was standing in the middle of the stadium, wearing a full set of soccer uniform -soccer cleats, tall socks, a jersey, shorts, and a pair of goalkeeper gloves-. The mascot had his arms crossed, looking at the camera with a menacing glare, which was accentuated by the stern look on the huge rubber-like mask and the red pupils behind the eyeholes. Nate tried to keep his cool, attempting to hide his surprise and enthusiasm from his friend as best as he could.

-And who is that supposed to be, I wonder?-

-Oh, that? -Robert tried to sound shocked, though there was a hint of a smile on his face-That's the Xolos' mascot, he is called 'Xolo Mayor'-

-Wow, he looks...- Nate's mind screamed "Amazing, breathtaking, fucking hot, Bara muscle hunk"- ...cool, I guess. It's a great costume though-

-Well, -Robert said, as he pulled his smartphone out, handing it out towards Nate -You might not believe this, but...-

Nate then took his friend's phone, and as he noticed the picture in the background his eyes opened in shock, as the photo was almost identical to the one in the wall, except that the mascot was holding the mask in his right hand, and the head on top of the mascot suit... was Robert's.

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Since that moment, Nate knew that his travel was going to be completely different, as every time he looked at Robert, he visualized him as the tall, muscled mascot of the local team. At the moment he contained his excitement, and procured not to interrogate him in order to appear inconspicuous. As Robert realized that Nate might be tired from his trip, decided to take him to the guest room so he could rest. It wasn't until night time while they were dining that Nate gathered enough courage to ask him.

-So, this mascot gig... Wow, I seriously would have never guessed, man! I mean... How did you get it?

-Well, you see- Robert said, right after taking a sip from his beer -It was a couple years ago. Maybe you noticed all the memorabilia back in my house? That's because I've been a fan for a long time, and as soon as I heard they were trying out for new recruits, I signed in-

Nate nodded, as he wanted Robert to progress in the story -Then what happened?-

-Well, I've played soccer since I was a kid, but... the guys in there, they were professionals. I tried out to be a goalkeeper first, and then to be a defender. Both times I did my best... but my best wasn't enough. - He took a swig from his beer, then continued-I felt kinda down, and was headed towards the exit, when I stumbled upon this man, which was yelling stuff like "I can't keep doing this" and "Good luck finding another fool". And right after him, there was this middle-aged man in a suit. And get this-he was the owner of the team back then!

-Wow, and what did you do then? -Nate was so focused on Robert story, he ignored that his own beer bottle was now almost empty.

-Well, after the other guy left, he looked at me, dressed like any other Xolos fan, and asked me if I could 'assist him with something'. Next thing I knew, I was in the locker room, greeting the coach! And right there and then, he presented me as 'the new Xolo Mayor'

-That's amazing dude! - Nate congratulated his friend, thinking on what it would feel to be suddenly named as the new mascot-However... didn't they have a try-out or something? -

-Nah... There was going to be a friendly match the next day, or something like that, and they needed someone to act as the mascot until they could find a proper replacement. I tell you, the coach kept his eyes on me for the whole match, but apparently I performed so well, that they decided to name me as the permanent replacement. - He grinned again, and then went back to drinking what was left of his beer.

-Okay, so.... what was it like? I mean, that first time as a mascot? - Nate asked, getting slightly agitated. He wanted to know even the slightest detail his friend could offer him.

-Well, to be honest... the first time I spotted the costume, I got really nervous- He chuckled, reminding his fear of making himself a fool in front of everyone. - But then, I slipped inside the costume, and for some reason my fears disappeared. I can't describe it, but... suddenly I felt courageous, more agile, more strong. And when I put on the mask, I felt like I could do anything, and nobody would judge me or ridicule me. It felt like I was really a dog standing on two feet! -

Nate felt butterflies in his stomach when Robert mentioned the last part. After all, Robert had just described what he has always dreamed wearing a fursuit would be like! His heart was beating faster and faster, and the fact he was feeling kinda drunk only made it worse to hide his excitement. -So... you like being the mascot? I mean... -Nate tried to contain himself, to no avail- What is it like being that buff dog? -

Robert overlooked his friend's remark, as apparently that was what he wanted to talk about. -It's really amazing dude, believe me. Nobody notices me, but when I'm in the suit... the fans treat me like a superhero! The kids idolize me, and their parents wants to take selfies with me. And the chicks! You would never guess how many girls have kissed the dog mask; not even I have kissed that many girls in my life! -

-I see... guess that's nice... -Nervously, Nate had been scratching the label on his beer bottle, trying to contain himself. He was having dinner with an actual mascot! And what a sexy piece of mascot, at that! It was the closest he had been to a fursuiter in his whole life. He wanted Robert to say if he enjoyed being a muscle dog, or if he had done any hijinks with the costume. Even better! he could ask him whether he kept the costume in his house... and then maybe... ask him if he could see it, albeit briefly... and then think on how to convince him to put it on.... or even better... to let him try it on...

In that moment, the beer bottle slipped from Nate's hands and fell to the floor. Fortunately, it wasn't tall enough to break the bottle, and since it was almost empty there were no spills on the floor -Sorry dude! I didn't mean to!-

-That's okay dude, don't worry. -Robert said, calming down his house guest. Robert noticed his friend looked kinda agitated, so he decided to resume his story. -So yeah, the gig has been awesome, and I've gotten better at it. However, the coach is very strict about it. -He said, as he crouched to pick the fallen bottle, then heading to the recycle bin in the corner. -I'm not allowed to tell anyone I'm the mascot, except close friends and relatives of course. -Nate looked at him, feeling proud he called him his friend. -I have to take care of this suit as my own life. Even then, he doesn't let me wear the costume unless it's strictly for advertisement and cheering duties. The only place I'm allowed to take the suit is to a specific dry cleaning house, and then back at the stadium. And he is very strict about how long I can wear the suit, or even if I... -Robert suddenly stopped in his tracks, as is he had been about to say something he shouldn't.

Nate had his heart crushed. That would mean that he probably would be unable to see the mascot with his very own eyes, or even to have it close. But he noticed his friend stopping mid-sentence. There was something else about being a mascot he wasn't being told? -Even if you what? -

-...never mind. The point is that he is super strict, but other than that he is very proud of my job as a mascot. It's getting very popular recently, because of my performance, in fact the mascot's Twitter is always full of messages from the fans! -

-Hahaha, really? How does a 'mascot' have a Twitter account? -Nate asked.

-Believe me, it has his followers. There's even this Japanese dudes with animal avatars calling me 'sexy' and stuff. Could you believe it?

-Heh, those Japanese weirdoes... -Nate said, knowing well the kind of 'fans' the mascot had. He preferred not to mention anything about furries to him, lest he would find out he was of those weirdoes.

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That was the last time they mentioned anything related to the mascot for a good while. Though there were a lot of things Robert planned during Nate's visit, mostly visiting the most popular mall in town, or taking some guided tours around town, Nate was burning in desire to ask his friend if they could go and visit the stadium, since his status as the mascot certainly would give them VIP access, and maybe they could talk even more about the mascot.

Unluckily for him, the rest of his visit, which was scheduled to last only one week, went uneventful. At least he could calm down and actually enjoy his friend's company. That was, until the last day of his visit, in which Nate received an e-mail from college, indicating that he was missing some crucial documents for his scholarship requirements. Robert lent Nate his computer, so he could contact his college's scholarship department and send the missing documents as soon as possible.

But when Robert discovered that the process would actually take a couple of hours, he decided to spill the beans on a surprise he had-There was going to be a charity event lead by the whole Xolos soccer team (and that of course included their mascot) and he was thinking to invite Nate before he left, though he wasn't obliged if he didn't want to. Nate's heart was crushed hard hearing the news, as his college requirements were top priority given the deadline in which he had to submit the documents.

Fate had other plans, however, as not even an hour after Robert left, Nate could hear his car driving back into the house. While working on the computer, Nate heard Robert entering his house, and then a loud *THUD* in the floor. When Nate turned his head, he spotted Robert with a worried face and sweating profusely, and a huge duffel bag next to him. Once again, Nate's heart skipped a beat-

-Nate, dude... I'm sorry, something happened... -Robert said, trying to regain his breath.

-Hey Robert, what happened? Is everything OK?

-No.... something happened. Something bad. There was an accident in the escalator, a kid broke his leg in the middle of the event. -Robert looked genuinely concerned, though apparently he wasn't getting agitated by the event, but rather for the hurry in which he arrived home. -Coach asked me to go to the hospital to see if everything goes ok with the kid, but I came here to leave the suit and save some time.

Nate became speechless, as Robert headed to his room and changed out his sweaty shirt for another one, and he spied the duffel bag with the corner of his eye, not believing what was unfolding in front of him. When Robert returned to where Nate was, the latter decided to keep both eyes on the computer screen, in order to look like he was still reviewing some of the documents.

-Nate, I'm sorry, but this is going to take a while. Maybe I'll be back in an hour, tops. I apologize about all of this, and in your last day... -Robert began to excuse himself.

-Don't worry dude, I'll be fine. You go and do what you must. - Nate tried to dismiss his friend, trying not to make a big deal of it.

-Okay dude, I'll be back. -Robert said, grabbing his car keys. And then he turned towards Nate, though Nate kept looking at the computer- And please, I entrust you with the suit. Don't let anything happen to this bag, I'll take care of it once I'm back. -He headed to the door, and then stopped, as if he was considering to say something else. After a couple seconds of indecision, Robert shrugged it off and headed to the door.

As soon as he heard the motor revving up, Nate turned towards the door... and then towards the huge duffel bag in the middle of the living room. Once again, his heart beating faster by the second, he felt his blood heating up, as he knew that the Xolos' mascot suit was just a couple of steps of where he was.

Nate had to resist with every ounce of will in his body, to ignore that duffel bag and focus on his documents. He still had a lot pending to do, and he couldn't waste any second by the tempting mascot suit laid a couple feet away from him. He had to concentrate, he had to ignore it, he had to turn in those documents. And once again Fate intervened, as he received a second e-mail indicating that the scholarship system was undergoing maintenance, so there was going to be a time extension so he could turn in his respective documents. He didn't even finish reading the e-mail as he leaped immediately from his chair and headed towards the duffel bag.

Slowly undoing the zipper on the duffel bag, he felt a small degree of moisture and warmness coming out of the bag, as he immediately spotted the huge rubber mask shaped like a Xolo dog. He couldn't believe his luck - was he really in front of the Xolo Mayor costume his friend Robert had been wearing all this time, or this was just a dream? He pinched himself hard-This was real. This was really happening to him. Carefully picking the dog mask from its pointed ears, he peeked upon the rest of the contents of the bag-namely, the huge muscled bodysuit which was haphazardly packed inside, along the shirt, shorts, and other soccer apparel the mascot had to wear on top of that.

The brown mask itself was huge, and rather heavy, as it was made from high quality thick latex, unlike any Halloween mask he had seen before. He could appreciate rather closely the manly muzzle that inspired toughness, the huge eyeholes that let the wearer see through perfectly, and even the small holes on the base of the pointy ears, that would let the wearer listen to its surroundings. The mask itself extended past the neck, including part of the shoulders that should fit over the wearer's perfectly. The inside of the mask (which was warm and covered in sweat) was coated in some sort of black latex, that seemed to easily accommodate itself to the wearer's face for maximum comfort. As he looked inside the mask's empty eyeholes, he perceived a gruff, baritone voice speaking to him.

-Wear me.

Nate got suddenly spooked and released the mask, which fell on the carpeted floor. Did he just heard someone calling to him? It was a deep, rumbling voice, though since he was the only living thing inside the room he just found impossible he just had heard that. However, the instruction was very clear-Something inside his head told him to wear the suit, almost instantly.

There he had it-he was completely alone, and there was a fursuit in front of him, begging to be worn. It was a dream come true! But a part of his mind, his 'nagging' part, scolded him about this highly risky idea. What was he thinking? The costume was not his, and it wasn't even Robert's - He only was the guy entrusted to wear it. If anything happened to the suit, it would cost his friend his job, and he just couldn't bring himself to that.

-Wear me. Try me on.

There it was again-that voice. Suddenly he felt unsure of whether he should be obeying a disembodied voice (maybe it was coming from the mask itself?) or if he should just leave everything where he found it. Robert could very well walk through that door in every second. What would he say to him? Would he be mad? Perhaps it could strain their friendship? On the other hand, however... this was one of those few 'Once in a lifetime' moments a man experiences in his life. Maybe once in a lifetime you find a famous novelist in a coffee shop, or spot a stack of dollars lying in the middle of the street, or see a double rainbow after it rains-and only once in a lifetime you stumble upon an unattended mascot suit with perhaps enough time to try it on.

Robert said it himself, he was going out for approximately an hour. That would leave him 20 minutes to put the suit on, another 20 minutes to take it off and leave it as it was, and 5 minutes to make everything appear as if nothing happened, leaving him with a quarter of hour to indulge himself inside the dog suit. He would be extra-careful handing the suit, not even letting his sweat permeate the costume before he took it off. And every second he stood there, contemplating the fallen dog mask, he was wasting time he could have been enjoying as the costumed furry freak he always wanted to be.

-Wear me. Take all your clothes off. Put me on.

The hypnotic suggestion finally got to Nate which, after reaching a decision, undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He wasn't even thinking, everything was automatic to him as he kept removing pieces of clothing, up until the part in which the found himself almost naked in front of the duffel bag. "It'll be something quick", he kept telling to himself, "just 15 minutes to slip in, another 15 to slip out, perhaps taking a selfie, leaving everything as it was, nobody gets hurt or fired." As he looked towards the dog mask, he heard the gruff disembodied voice again.

-Put me on. Put all the pieces on.

He took the muscled brown bodysuit from the duffel bag. He couldn't believe how detailed this thing was (the suit even had padded butt cheeks)! Pulling down the zipper on the back, Nate could feel the warmth and moisture coming from the suit, as his friend wore this costume not too long ago. Remembering that he had a time limit, he hurried up and introduced both legs inside the suit, sliding them all the way down while he pulled the costume all the way up. At first he shrugged the fact his skin made contact with the moisture of the costume, but he decided to keep suiting up.

Inserting his arms all the way inside the suit's big arms, he felt his both his arms tight against the material, as his hands popped out on the other side of the sleeves, held by some elastic bands between his thumb and index fingers. Zipping up the back of the costume, he felt his chest hair against the costume's chest because of the fake muscle padding. He would have never guessed it was meant to be the bodysuit of a dog, mainly because of the lack of fur or any other animalistic features. Except of the tail, which he proceeded to take from the bag, and after admiring it for a while, he strapped it around the suit like a belt.

He wanted to go and see himself like this in the mirror, but the disembodied voice stopped him in his tracks. -Put the shirt on. Put the shorts on. -It instructed him, as he grabbed the clothes and put them on. The shirt was not easy to wear, mainly because he was unused to having big muscles around him, but with some effort he managed to pull the shirt all the way down. The shorts, on the other hand, were relatively easy to put on, as he managed to accommodate it on top of the 'crotch' of the suit, under which his very erect dick was dangerously rubbing against the material, and sliding the tail inside the hole that was cut in the back of the shorts.

-Put the socks on. Put the cleats on.

Nate kept obeying the voice, as he searched the inside of the duffel bag for a pair of socks. Albeit wet, they serve their purpose, as he slid them on and unfolded them all along both his knees. He had never worn soccer cleats before (all he knew was that they had some 'spikes' under them so that soccer players could run in the field more comfortably). However, as soon as he put them on, he found the shoes were exactly his size! (And apparently Robert's as well). Once both cleats were on, he stood up and walked a couple of steps, feeling the shoes comfortably adapting to the carpeted floor because of the spikes.

-Put the goalkeeper gloves on.

Once again, Nate reached towards the duffel bag, finding a pair of black and red goalkeeper gloves. Feeling curious on how would them feel once worn, he undid the wrist straps, and carefully slid his hands inside the sweaty gloves. After strapping both gloves to his hands, he found out that his dexterity wasn't being reduced because of the gloves, in fact he felt as if he had a pair of big paws instead of hands. He clapped once, hearing the echo of the gloves resonating inside the living room. -Heh, I must look like a soccer player right now... -Nate said to himself, feeling the huge and moisty costume covering his body.

-Grab the mask. Put the mask on. Become El Xolo.

Nate began to tremble out of excitement, as his cock was painfully erect against the constraint of the suit. Carefully he grabbed the mask from the spot he left it, and turned it around, grabbing it by the edge with one hand. Facing the mask's snout towards the floor, he pulled the edge of the mask towards his face, as his other hand took the mask snout, and he pushed it all the way down towards his face, as the smell of sweat from the mask invaded his nostrils. He knew the mask was on his head as soon as his forehead touched the inside of the rubbery head.

-Well, it's on. -Nate said to himself, his voice muffled inside the dog mask. He felt his breathing inside the dog muzzle, as his eyes adjusted to see through the eyeholes. Getting used to the big muscle padded suit, Nate took a couple of steps, taking care not to let the spikes in the cleats damage the parts of the floor that weren't covered with the carpet. Inexplicably, a sensation of intense euphoria and excitement began to grow inside him. He was feeling cheerful and energized, like he was ready to thrill the fans and bring out luck to the team.

He spotted a soccer ball on the floor, and for some reason he felt inexplicably attracted to it. He grabbed it with his hands and examined it up close. He couldn't care less about the ball itself, but something inside Nate told him that the ball was the most important thing in his life now.

-Juggle the ball. - The voice ordered, which was now speaking from inside Nate's head. Nate was so clumsy he wouldn't have ever dared to drop the ball, but suddenly his instincts told him to. Immediately, his costumed right knee raised to meet the ball in it's fall, hitting the ball strong enough to lift it up again, and on its way down, Nate kicked the ball up again with his left foot. In a matter of minutes, he was juggling the ball like an expert! It was like the padded muscles covering Nate's skinny arms and legs had a mind of their own, guiding his appendages towards the place where the ball was going to be. He even managed to balance the ball briefly at the top of the mask's snout.

Once he got tired, he purposely dropped the ball to the floor, raising his cleat-covered right foot over it. -Wow... how did I do that? I moved like a pro soccer player! -Nate said to himself, not knowing anything about soccer, but assuming all players were required to have that level of skill. His muffled voice reminded him that he was still just a kid inside a mascot costume. -Man, that was awesome! I should have recorded it... -Nate then realized that he still needed to watch himself wearing the costume.

-Look at yourself in the mirror. -The voice inside his head ordered, as Nate opened the bathroom door with his gloved hand, and stood directly in front of the mirror that was inside. And then, he saw himself-or rather, he saw Xolo Mayor standing right where his usual reflection used to be. He moved his right arm, as he saw the mascot in the mirror do the same. It was really him, inside the suit! In order to increase the illusion, he grabbed the edges of the mask and tugged them inside his shirt, so it would seem that the mask's neck was his very own. Feeling the material in contact with his shoulders made him tremble in excitement.

-I am Xolo Mayor! -Nate said to himself, then regretting it seconds later after realizing how childish he sounded. The mascot was meant to be an embodiment of manliness; he could do a lot better than that. Standing outright, with his hands on his hips, he looked to the front striking a heroic pose. He totally nailed it, as his eyes behind the stern look of the mask suddenly matched the gritty look of Xolo Mayor.

-Check your new body... contemplate your heroic build... -The voice said. Nate immediately struck a pose, and then another, and another. Suddenly he raised his right arm, posing and flexing the fake bicep in front of the mirror. -Yeah babe, this is the result of years of weightlifting, of course- He said to himself, as if he was seducing a possible mate -You wanna touch it? 'Cause it's really hard- Nate said, patting the bicep. Wouldn't it be funny to take a picture without the head?

-Lift your shirt, check out your abs- Once again the voice ordered, stopping Nate on his tracks. He lifted his shirt, and a marvelous set of fake six-pack and impressive foam chest were on display. Which Nate now felt like his own set of chest and abs. Nate had to admit, he looked hotter and hotter by the second. And the costume was getting warmer and warmer too. Perhaps he should take a b...

-Feel your powerful legs. Check your awesome back. Admire your dog tail. -The voice kept ordering things to Nate, while Nate could do nothing but to comply. He was loving every second of this! When would he ever had an idea that he would be wearing this incredible costume... his first fursuit! Though he reminded himself, that time was of essence at the moment, he didn't have much time left to keep horsing around. He needed to take pictures, he needed to take off the suit, he needed to leave it in the duffle back before he...

-Masturbate. -The voice ordered Nate. The sudden realization of what he had just heard left him in shock, as he noticed his very erect cock had made a noticeable tent in the fabric of the bodysuit. He was really turned on by all of this, and there was no way he could deny it.

-Masturbate. -The voice repeated, as Nate felt hornier and hornier by the second. He tried to resist, but his right hand tentatively descended to his tent and started rubbing it in. He needed to take off the costume before... but it felt good. It felt really good. This had been his dream for a really, really long time, and he was now living it for all it was worth.

-Masturbate. -The voice insisted, as Nate's lowest instincts commanded him to continue, while his common sense, his decency, every fiber of his being asking him to stop. He just couldn't afford soiling the suit with his seed. But he was so needy, he accidentally left out a grunt, which muffled by the dog mask made him even more horny. He slid his soccer shorts down to have a better grip of his bulge.

-Masturbate. Masturbate. Masturbate. -The voice repeated constantly, as his gloved hand went as fast as it could over the costume fabric to rub his own dick. He moaned at the upcoming climax, as he knew he was over the turning point. Robert was going to kill him.

-Gh...GHAAAAH... -Nate moaned from the inside the mask, as he finally climaxed. A wave of drowsiness coursed through his body, as Nate came inside the suit, releasing streams of hot semen inside it, covering the whole codpiece and leaking towards his legs. He tried to regain his breath, as the inside of the costume was now covered in his fluids. He had just done the kinkiest and selfish thing of his life. Just how much time would it take him to remove and clean the suit before Robert arrived?

However, the suit had other plans. The costume began to absorb all the cum on its inside, as if feeding on it, and then it began to shift and contort around Nate's body. He could only feel the costume becoming all sticky and tight against his skin, until he couldn't tell any separation between them. Suddenly the zipper on the back fell to the ground, as the edges of the mask melded with the rest of the costume, trapping him in.

-What's... happening... -Nate gasped from the inside of the mask, as the eyeholes suddenly affixed to his face, and he felt his mouth and nose being pulled towards the canine muzzle, filling it, having his teeth being replaced by dog's fangs. His ears moved to the top of his head, as the triangular ears of the mask began moving by themselves. Nate tried to remove the mask, but then he began to feel both of his hands shifting and changing inside the goalkeeper gloves.

While this happened, the body suit continued melding around Nate's body, which was growing and developing at an alarming rate. As the padded muscle of the suit began turning into real muscle, the material outside the costume turned into his own skin. He could feel his chest hair trapped between the shifting material, just to reappear on the outside of the costume, becoming the chest hair and treasure trail of what otherwise would have been a hairless muscular chest and rock hard abs. Something similar happened to his underarms, as both of his arms fused with the costume and now sported heavy biceps.

Nate now wanted it all to stop, as he now regretted even touching the suit in the first place. Just at that moment, he felt his hair being pulled by the mask, as his characteristic mullet and goatee became part of the mask itself- no, became part of his new dog head. He could feel his voice changing, becoming similar to the voice in his head, as the tail fused with his tailbone, and began wagging on his command.

Suddenly the snout of the mask opened, as Nate begin panting and his long dog tongue hanged out of it. Concurrently, the suit's crotch adhered itself to his engorged cock, molding into a huge canine cock and balls. As the finishing changes began settling, he felt his feet turning into anthropomorphic paws, as his brand new pawpads adapted to the confined space of his soccer cleats.

As the transformation finished, Nate looked in the mirror - certainly, the reflection was that of a 30-year-old anthropomorphic muscular dog, sporting his hairdo, his goatee, his panting tongue, and his concerned look, even though his eyes' irises were now red. One part of him still was overwhelmed by the sensation of excitement and euphoria he felt earlier, while the other part of him was scared as hell. He never intended this to happen! How would have he know that the suit was more than just a simple costume?

Nate began to hyperventilate, so he took a deep breath through his wet nose, incidentally inhaling his new dog-man musk, and then exhaled, trying to calm himself down. What was he going to do? It wouldn't be appropriate to be trapped as a humanoid dog, even less because the costume wasn't even his. -Oh man, what is Robert going to say about all of this?- He needed to find a way to revert whatever transformation happened to him, then clean the suit, and then leave everything as he found it, in whatever amount of minutes he had left... which, unfortunately for him, his time had already ran out, as he heard with his new augmented hearing the noise of Robert's car parking in front of the house.

Panicked, Nate did the only thing he could - He closed the bathroom's door and put the lock in. At least he had to buy some time while he thought of something to tell Robert about the whole situation... When he remembered that he left the empty duffel bag and the clothes he was wearing in the middle of the living room. He should have thought his plan through.

-Hey, Nate! I'm back! The kid is ok, fortunately. -Nate heard Robert as he went inside the house -You in the bathroom? -

-Um... Yes! -Nate answered automatically, when he realized his voice had become a whole lot deeper than it should.

-Wow, you ok dude? You sound different, are you sick? -Robert asked, as he headed towards the bathroom.

-No, no, I'm fine... -Nate said back to Robert, clumsily leaving himself in evidence.

-Well, anyways, I just came to pick the costume, when you finish you want you can come with me and... -Suddenly there was silence. Nate's dog heart skipped a beat, as Robert probably walked towards the living room, finding his former clothes and the empty duffel bag in the floor. -Oh, crap! Nate, what happened? DID YOU TAKE THE MASCOT SUIT? -

Nate decided not to answer, his canine ears laying back flat in his head.

-ANSWER ME? DID YOU PUT THE SUIT ON? -Robert yelled, with a mix of anger and worry in his voice, knocking at the bathroom door. -Nate, listen to me, if you are wearing the costume, DO. NOT. TOUCH. YOURSELF. You hear me? Under any circumstance, DON'T masturbate inside the suit, got that? -

-Uhh... umm... dude... -Nate babbled, as he couldn't find the words to tell his friend what happened. Knowing that there was nothing else to do, he removed the lock from the bathroom door, and then opened it slowly, revealing himself to Robert.

-Holy crap... -Robert said, and after recovering from the initial shock , he turned completely angry at him. -Dude, what the fuck did you do? -

-I'm so, so sorry, Robert. -Nate answered, ready to throw a long apology. -I mean, I saw the costume, and thought it was going to be a good idea to just try it on, and I didn't know what could happen, so I just did it, and... -

-Shut up! - Robert silenced Nate, who was now looking about to cry out of fear. -I should have told you NOT to get close to the costume. Of course, I assumed that you wouldn't be that stupid to jerk off inside of it! -

-Wait, I didn't... How should I have even known that? -Nate answered back.

-Because we are not supposed to say that, it's a secret! -Robert answered, trying to look at the 7ft tall dog in his eyes- The coach gave me a lengthy explanation that we should never let anyone else wear the costume for too long... that's why we are only allowed to take the mascot to certain events only, and then lock it so nobody would feel tempted to wear it! -

-I'm... I'm sorry, I just... I didn't... -Nate began to whimper, even though it wasn't his intention. -

Robert was still furious, but he understood his friend. After all, it wasn't his fault, and it was unlikely he would have wanted this. -Let me think how to try and take the suit out of you. Just... let me think. -Said Robert, as he went to his room to calm down, leaving Nate whimpering like a puppy in the living room. After calming down, and fearing the repercussions he might have to face, Robert reached a conclusion. -Ok... maybe there's something we can do to remove the costume, I should call the coach...-

Robert pulled his phone (which just reminded him of his predicament because of his wallpaper) and dialed the coach's number, though the phone ringed for a couple of minutes in the end it went to voice mail. In frustration, Robert dialed again and covered his ear to drown out Nate's whimpers from the living room, though he had no luck contacting the coach.

-Seems he doesn't have his phone with him. -Robert tossed his phone in frustration- tell me you did nothing else to the suit, right Nate? -However, there was not a response from the living room. -Nate? Are you listening? -repeated Robert, still without an answer. But then, as Robert returned to the living room, he took a glimpse of the mascot, Xolo mayor, with his muscular back towards him, just staring at the wall, almost motionless. Robert walked towards him. -Nate, I'm talking to you... -Robert tapped his right shoulder, yet he still wouldn't react. As he walked in front of him, he noticed that Nate's red eyes suddenly were glossy and unfocused. Unbeknown to him, Nate was being possessed by the powerful presence of the mascot.

-Nate, what's wrong? -Robert asked out loud, watching the huge dog's head began shaking slightly, as ¬his brain was filled with memories of countless soccer matches. All that excitement, the cheerful attitude of the mascot, and immense sportsmanship spirit became his very own personality, as his tail began slowly wagging. Calling the attention of who he assumed was still his friend, Robert grabbed the dog's snout, astonished at how realistic it felt, and shook it ever so slightly. -Nate, wake up!-

Still not getting a response, Robert decided to get tougher and slapped the snout, finally managing to get Nate out of his stupor. The huge anthro dog blinked twice, looked towards Robert, and slightly confused, he asked-H-Hey, Rob! What was that for? -

-Don't you 'Rob' me, Nate? What did just happened to you? -

The huge dog then frowned, looking at Robert as if he was crazy. -Who are you talking to? - He then raised his right thumb, pointing at himself. -My name is Xolo Mayor! Don't you remember pal? -

Robert became pissed at his friend goofing off -I am not in the mood for this, Nathan! This is really serious, I need to return the suit! -

-Suit... what suit, your prom's? - The huge dog just laughed it off, teasing Robert for all it was worth -And why you keep calling me "Nathan", wanna give me a new nickname? - Xolo Mayor said, with a huge smile on his snout.

-Ha ha ha, very funny Nathan, now cut it off! -Robert yelled at his 'friend', as he started to consider maybe this new attitude wasn't just an elaborate prank. Did he really now believe he was the actual character the suit represented?

-Okay dude, chill! If you want it I'll be "Nathan" for you, hehe..." -Xolo said, raising both hand-paws to make quote signs with his index and middle fingers.

Exasperated, Robert went towards Nate's discarded pants, pulling out the wallet inside the back pocket, and showing it to him -See? This is you, the real you. So stop pretending you are something you are not! Got it Nate?-

Xolo Mayor slightly bent down to take a better look to his wallet. -It says "Xolo Mayor" on it, what's your point exactly? - He asked, with a deadpan look on his canine face. -Is this some kind of dramatic joke of yours?-

Fed up with his friend's behavior, Robert turned the wallet towards him ... but instead of Nate's face, he only saw Xolo's face on the driver's license, which even had the name listed on it as "Xolo Mayor, Age 32" Instead of the "Nathan, Age 24" he swore he saw before. What the hell was happening?

Trying to find any other evidence, he turned towards his framed picture in the wall... except this time, instead of him in the costume, he saw Xolo Mayor as he was standing in the middle of the room, even sporting Nate's mullet and goatee. Knowing that Robert was now eyeing him, he smiled. -Enjoying the view, Robbie? - Then Robert pulled out his cellphone, only to find a wallpaper of himself a selfie with Xolo Mayor. The actual one thought he was going to have his picture taken, so he immediately posed, flexing his huge biceps.

However, as Robert unlocked his phone, Xolo became disappointed. -Hey, I thought you never got tired of taking me pictures! - And sure enough, Robert found out his camera album was now filled of many different shots of Xolo Mayor... both fully clothed and unclothed. Robert became grossed out after watching a rather disturbing nude of Xolo Mayor, which let in display his hirsute dog body and his unsettling dog cock leaking pre. It was like some sort of real life sexualized fan art of the mascot he had been playing all those years.

Misinterpreting Robert's reaction, Xolo Mayor assured him - But don't worry, I bet you can take better photos than those... In fact, I think it's getting kinda hot in here.- Right after that, Xolo Mayor grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, revealing the hot, muscular body he was so proud of, except not it displayed the carpet of virility he displayed in the picture. He even had a treasure trail and armpit hair now!

Robert stepped back, as the anthro canine in his living room was heading towards him with a lustful look in his red eyes. -Please, Nate... Xolo... Whoever you are, listen to me! This is all wrong! - Robert insisted, though his voice trembled -There is one way to remove the costume! And it's...-

-Seriously, what is that nonsense, Rob? You've been acting weird all of a sudden...- Xolo said, as he cornered Robert right below the huge flag in the living room. Trying to escape, Robert decided to kick Xolo Mayor in the kneecaps... Which proved to be a big mistake. Now angry, Xolo Mayor reacted by grabbing him by the shoulders and slamming him against the floor. He crouched slightly, until both of his eyes met.

-What the FUCK is wrong with you? That hurts! -Xolo Mayor said to Robert, in a way that seemed like he was scolding him - I don't know what is with your attitude, but if you remember, you were the one that insisted me to live here!-

-WHAT? Are you... insane...- Robert tried to reply back, but in that moment, Xolo Mayor's red eyes began shining, as a mysterious force stopped Robert in mid-phrase. He tried to look away, but those red eyes' shimmer was powerful and inviting to ignore.

-Now you are calling me insane? - Xolo Mayor replied back, as he kept looking towards Robert without even blinking. -I perfectly recall you almost BEGGED me to stay. In fact, -He grinned maliciously- I remember you said "You stay here and I'll be your bitch" -

-I never... Said... - As much as he tried, Robert couldn't concentrate, as the masculine voice of the huge man-dog resounded inside his head, as the red eyes kept staring at his own eyes, peering at his very soul. He then began to picture himself, kneeling in front of Xolo, saying exactly the words that he said he had said. -No... stop... the costume... to remove it... you need to...-

-And then, -Xolo raised his voice, drowning Robert's pleas - I decided to stay here, even if there are thousands of fans that would have taken me, because I took a liking to you... and because of how much you took a liking to me...-He said, as his voice no longer was scolding him, but rather became a seductive voice, as his warm chest got closer to Robert's. In that moment, Robert felt a mixture of fear and lust invading him, even when both emotions were completely different to the rage and discomfort he displayed earlier.

-Remember the first night I was here? You said that you'd do ANYTHING for me... -He said, as his still gloved paws moved towards Robert's own chest- And I'll do ANYTHING... -Now he grabbed his right hand, and placed it on his rock-hard abs -for you! - Robert should feel disgusted by the move, but his horniness skyrocketed as his cock began to harden in excitement.

-But now I'm hurt for what you've done... and there's only one way so we can make up...- Xolo said, as he pointed towards his Soccer shorts, now sporting a noticeable tent. -And then maybe we could make OUT...-

Robert's heart was pounding, as whatever was happening to him only became stronger with every passing second. His fear and confusion turned into curiosity, and then into complete lust, as Xolo's body became more and more attractive to him. Suddenly, he found himself kneeling in front of Xolo Mayor, and then he grabbed the shorts to pull them down.

-That's it boy... please your alpha...-Said Xolo Mayor, as Robert began giving him a blowjob. As this transpired, things around the house changed to reflect this new reality, in which both Robert and Xolo Mayor were roommates, soccer players... and passionate lovers. Even the clothes in the floor expanded to its owner's new size.

A couple of minutes later, Robert gagged as he swallowed his lover's fluids, and his body suffered a radical transformation. His human body began transforming into that of a xolo's dog, increasing in both size and bulk, though not even close to be as big as Xolo Mayor's. His mind completely altered, he had not the slightest idea that he was supposed to play the mascot that now was his boyfriend.

-So, how did you like it? - Xolo asked down to his new Beta

-It was amazing, you alpha stud! We should make up more often...- Dog Robert said, in an excitedly manner that was unlike himself, as his new tail wagged with enthusiasm.

-Yeah, we should- Xolo Mayor said, as he embraced his lover and kissed him up front -But, just remember that I have a soccer match tomorrow, and I really want to see the guys in the team... After all, maybe I might have some new plays to teach them -He said, as he motioned his boyfriend towards his room. -So, this time the safe word will be Nathan, ok?-