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He couldn't help it; he burst into laughter. The onesie sat in its box, looking rather dejected by its new owner's reaction. Otto wiped a tear from his eye and wondered what he had been expecting when he bought such a realistic-looking costume on Amazon for such a ludicrously cheap price. Honestly, he sort of deserved to be scammed.

It did leave him with problems. For one, could he wear this? The leopard costume he thought would arrive had been so realistic it was freaky, while this leopard onesie lacked any sort of intimidating power. But he couldn't go to the shops now- it was late, the trick-or-treaters would be here at any minute now, and he didn't want to hand out sweets in one of his many plain coloured shirts.

Still smiling, he shook his head and went to his room. The fur of the onesie was coarse, with a decent amount of detail. It had a tail too, and some ears on top. The feet at the bottom even had paw pads, which looked and felt like those of a real animal. He slid it on and found the inside comfortable, though it was awkward to walk atop the feet, which he found his shoes wouldn't fit into; it made him grateful there weren't awkward paws on the hands too, though it would've been nice if there were at least some gloves. In the end, what he had got was more of a costume than he thought it would be when he first saw it- a decent kigurumi. It would do, even if it wasn't what he had ordered.

The doorbell rang, children screaming at the other side. Otto scrambled for his bucket of sweets and swung open the door.

"Happy Hallowe'en!" he said, hoping he wasn't looking too flustered while he grabbed bundles of candy and plopped them into each child's hand or bucket.

The smallest child, a little boy in a pumpkin costume, stared at him. "Nice costume, mister!" From that moment on, Otto forgave the Amazon listing and got more into things as the hoards of children descended on his doorstep. Sure, it wasn't what he had ordered, but as long as the children liked it, it would do.

He passed the next hour giving out most of the sweets he had in the house, and once he was finished, switched off the light in his porch. Most of the kids had gone home by now and most of the lights on his street had gone out too, leaving him with nothing to do. Instead of switching on the horror move he'd planned to watch, he decided he would go for a walk. It would be nice to see some fireworks and soak in the atmosphere now that he had nothing keeping him in his house.

He didn't stay out long. A bitter cold in the air reminded everyone still out on the streets it would soon be November, and on some lawns he could already see condensation harden into frost. Overhead clouds blotted out most fireworks, the only evidence of their existence: distant bangs. His face felt ready to freeze off. Oddly, the parts of his body that were in the kigurumi were not, the fabric keeping in heat like an electric blanket. By the time he got home, he could feel himself sweating, especially in the hood, which was digging itchily into his scalp. Irritated, he went to pull it off.

It wouldn't budge. Otto stopped eating the few sweets he had left and grabbed it, doing his best to wrench it off. It still wouldn't move, the formerly wrinkled fabric clamping onto his skin stubbornly.

Trusting it had been a mistake. The fabric clamped tighter to his head until his ears were being crushed, vision blurring with the pain. A loud buzzing filled his ears as the skin on his scalp beneath the costume's ears tingled.

Then, the most disconcerting feeling of his life happened. As the buzzing rang in his ears, he felt the outer part melt, hands running over smooth hair on his jaws. At the same time, he could hear a ringing from the top of his head, dents appearing in his skull just where the costume's ears were.

For a long moment, both sets of ears co-existed, two chaotic streams of audio sending discordant streams of information which made Otto's head ache. Then the holes where his human ears were closed and melted away, the top ears winning.

His costume ears twitched, bristly hair growing from the simple shapes as they elongated and warped. When he looked in the mirror, he saw ears that looked like they belonged to a real leopard. His panicked shrieks rent his new eardrums like a knife, his hearing sharpening to a tear inducing clarity. Every hum and whirr in his house gained sharp definition, the distant thump of a party and the yells of his neighbour's kids making his head spin.

Spinning was not the only thing happening to Otto's head. The soft sound of hair poking through flesh, his suit skin groaning somewhat as it pulled forward, made his ears pull back. The shape of his skull moulded itself, turning circular. Black spots dappled the skin of his forehead and upper cheeks.

Looking for too long was not an option; as he watched the shape of his face shift around his eyes, they gained a black rim and he felt the tightness of the change go into them. He closed his eyes to nauseating bubbly sounds, the balls juddering around in their sockets.

His eyelids snapped open against his will, the thickened black skin heavy. The corners of the room were blurry, though the vision in his immediate area was sharper and wider. Everything was washed out; the orange of his pumpkin decorations blurred into the yellow of his beige carpet, greens and purples barely visible.

Otto gasped, panting from fear when he felt the fur encroach further down his face, his nose bridge widening and flattening into a long ridge. As it got closer to his nose, he closed his eyes, waiting for the world to shift around him again.

For a moment, the suit sculpted the surrounding areas, cheeks reforming and mouth puffing into what would be his muzzle.

The first thing he noticed was a gentle flattening of his nose, cartilage softly pushing down. Then, he felt something grow deep within his nose and his new sense of smell came to life.

Everything had a scent; he could smell the smoke of the candles he'd blown out hours before, the tacky plastic of his decorations and their warming in the lights. The sweets' sugary smell wafted through the paper. And, above all, he could smell himself.

The furry parts smelled musky and alive, while the parts still in the costume smelled like faux fur (plasticky with a touch of dust) and his normal skin. His nose wriggled in relief when he caught that part of him was still human, still not touched, and it revived his hope, until he realised he had no way to take off the suit. Even if it didn't kill him, he would still have a leopard's head.

His muzzle curled, mouth stretching into a yawn to accommodate the growing length of his teeth. As he yawned, he felt the flesh change, becoming a properly rounded snout. Little needle pricks manifested into whiskers, making little wiry noises as they shot out. Otto panted, flat tongue long.

While he felt up his face again, taking in the new contours and sensations, the transformation marched on. His neck and shoulders pinched with the tension of the kigurumi, fur melding into the skin as they lost their human scent.

His broadening neck brought him out of his thoughts. Until then, he hadn't realised how heavy his leopard had felt on his skinny human neck. Despite the dread the transformation struck in him, it was a relief, aches and tiredness fading from his changed body. However, his shoulders were not so pleasant.

Like his face, the contours and shape squirmed into a new configuration, his chest thinning as his shoulders encroached. It forced his arms to stretch out weirdly in front of him; no matter how hard he tried, it hurt to force them into a normal position. Worst of all, now that he realised how heavy the changes made him feel, he could feel the weight of his shoulders weigh down on the rest of his body. It ached, and his forearms felt so feather light it was like they weren't there at all. All he could do was wriggle his fingers as the fur climbed down.

His upper arm squished upwards, warping into his shoulders, who climbed further up into a slight hump at his neck. Otto sagged forwards as his forearms bulged out in a slurpy sound of muscle and grind of bone, fine muscles rippling beneath the shining rosettes of his fur. He licked his nose in agitation, the top heaviness hard to bear. Just how far was his transformation going to go? He could barely lift his big, powerful arms.

Unusually, the changes in his hands happened before the fur reached them. They puffed up like he'd had an allergic reaction, colour changing from beige to brighter yellow (if he could still see colours properly, he reckoned he would've seen them go red). He wriggled them as his thump pulled up, shrivelling until he couldn't move it, a little itchy bean of dark flesh padding the bottom. Another pad of skin puffed up on the other side of his wrist, bulging out of the muscle all over him.

Both hands grew stiff as paler fur crawled up them, utterly immobile in any way that mattered. The lack of movement made his gorge rise; it was like being cut off from the world, to not have hands that could grip and touch. And worse, they were purely animal paws, nothing human about them. He had a terrible feeling about just how far this transformation would go...

Still, he just kept on watching. He probably shouldn't be doing that; was the kigurumi playing with his mind too, preventing him from seeking help? He soon forgot that as the transformation reached his torso with the groan of bulging muscle growing beneath his tightening, sleek pelt. His torso was lean despite it, the vaguest hint of bones showing where his ribs pushed against his hide.

His white belly fur mottled with spots and broken up stripes. The new strength in there let him not ache from the effort of standing up, though he wasn't able to stand any straighter. Otto gave a long, feline sigh of resignation.

There was something itching and tingling on his belly, something that made his ears twitch in irritation. If he held his breath and focused, he could hear it too, something pushing around in the deep fur of his pelt. He moved a puffy paw towards the source of the chaos cautiously, mindful not to open up his toes to let his knife-like claws out. His nose twitched to get the slightest scent.

Little, rock hard lumps grew under his chest, all over his belly. He sniffed, feeling a change in his scent as the tingling increased, lumps growing bigger. His ears pressed into his skull.

Nipples gleamed pinkly through his white belly fur, far too big for a male leopard. And his scent confirmed that, musky smell becoming softer, sour even.

The suit tightened around his crotch and sprouted a thick pile of fur around it before he could fully panic and break out of the spell. His cock, already swallowed by the suit, receded further into his body, another opening replacing it. The overwhelming scent of his pussy made him open his mouth, inhaling more of the scent, which whirred around his head like mad.

At his spine, sensation flooded his tail, which began swishing in agitation. He needed to ignore that smell, ignore the feeling of need flooding his very core. Otto sagged further, knees folding in awkward ways, feet stretching to meet the outlines of the suit. His thick paws brushed against the ground.

His knees buckled and forced him down, muscle coating the skin beneath his rippling flanks so he could move. He danced around in circles as his transformation completed itself, leaving no sign of the kigurumi that had doomed him.

Otto slowed down, rubbing himself against the furniture while raking the carpet, clawing through the packets of sweets. Longing filled him; he was male; he knew he was male. And yet, his all too real leopard cunt ached for release, and the instincts of his body cried out for a male to fuck him. It was disconcerting, being stuck between his human male thoughts and the horny leopard's thoughts of cock.

He yowled, long and mournful; it was the only way to release that desperate need to be bred, which he didn't want to happen, didn't want it in the slightest. Still, it wasn't enough; he bowed down for a male leopard he knew couldn't be anywhere near, baring her cunt. Resigned to being horny, he whipped his head around, stumbling over to a stool he could hump. It fell over under his weight, which didn't stop him from rubbing himself against it. The sensation in his vagina curdled to a crescendo of arousal- a gush of release shuddered through his lower half, releasing his brain from heat-fevered thoughts.

Otto had little time to enjoy this freedom; the door cracked open, a shadowy, smoky smelling figure pointing something at him. It cracked, leaving a deep prick in his shoulder. His paws wobbled like jelly, and he toppled to the ground.

She felt the heat first, then the rest of her body. Otto snapped her eyes open, staggering through the last remnants of her sleepiness. It had been a while, she could tell from the warmth of her pussy. She curled her lip at the hot savannah before her, the smell and sound of it wrong to the depths of her bones.

Wait. He shook his head, remembering. Somehow, he had become a leopard, and then been taken here by someone- he licked his shoulder before he could stop himself, remembering the bite of what must've been... must have been...

The name of it evaded him. The fur on the back of his neck bristled in terror, a rather pathetic mewl coming from his lips. He scoured all the human memories in his head and found them paler, the shapes and names difficult to make out. His heat clawed at those memories and tore them to shreds, reminding him of the body he was in, wanting to mould his mind into something that would give it what it needed.

Yowls echoed over the grasses, sending a dozen strange creatures running away from the crazed leopard. Otto regained control of his voice and snarled his anger at his heat to the world. He'd ride the heat until it dissipated, if it killed him-

Another leopard emerged from the grass and growled. His heart quailed at the sheer size of the beast; it stood a head taller and broader than he, pelt shining with health. He could smell the virile health of it. And its cock, which was poking bright, barbed red out of its sheath. Frozen between fight and flight, he realised too late that this male leopard would not wait for him to make a choice.

She rasped in surprise, enveloped in the male leopard's scent, wriggling in its clawed grasp. Her assailant curled his lip to bare his fangs, cock jutting out fully, and bit into her ruff. Otto went limp, laying flat on her belly with splayed legs. Moving felt like it would be impossible, though she knew she had to get away, that being forced to give into her heat would steal her mind and memories away entirely-

His cock slammed into her, scattering those thoughts away. The female leopard growled in anger, thoughts too rattled to remember why she was annoyed with him, but unwilling to let a grudge go.

Why was that? He plunged into her, relieving the heat in her loins. It felt so good to be bred. Her eyes went half-closed in unintelligent bliss, the urge to resist dissolving.

Still, as he went harder, and as she felt the orgasm build up, she resisted. This would be final, she knew, grasping at the shards of herself that she would lose. And that's a good thing, the part of herself that was whole and horny told her. Her claws dug into the ground as he came in her and she felt her body respond, remembering, trying to remember-

A roar shot from her throats to hit the skies, her claws digging rakes in the ground. The storm of her orgasm swept away the debris of her past life fully, leaving her mind clean except for her purpose. And that purpose was being fucked by a big male so she would produce cubs.

Her mate grunted in pleasure when she rubbed her cheek against him and batted playfully at him, hoping to have more sex, something the still erect male was more than happy to oblige.