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The sheep winced at the uncomfortably loud "evil laugh" that echoed above him the moment he entered the dimly lit store. The first thing his eyes were attracted to, in such a dark space, was the glowing to his left-- he was staring at a cliché, pentagram-shaped summoning circle that was painted across the floor, with each of the five tips topped with candles melting from a pink-tinted flame.

In the center of said symbol floated a lithe feline-- bright, pearly white fur; patches of purple scales on his shoulders, thighs, and face; gorgeous, flowing sapphire blue hair with a few strands tied up in a single thin braid to the side. His eyes, colored like sunset, gleamed at the approach of a new customer.

"Welcome, welcome!" he greeted, a malicious grin appearing on his face, "Looking for an extra-special costume I assume? Worry not-- I'm sure we have something that will give you a life-changing experience!"

Syrus raised an eyebrow at the act; at least they put a lot of effort into the atmosphere, that was for sure. If anything though, with his rather skimpy outfit - probably that of a succubus or something - the feline looked like he was a stripper rather than a demon.

He cooed: "Feel free to browse our stock~! I would help, but I'm afraid this little seal here keeps me tied up!"

He chuckled at his joke, dancing around, floating in the air as if pulled by invisible strings.

They really didn't skimp on the halloween touch, thought Syrus, turning away to look at the "stock". To his surprise, despite the fact it was literally Halloween night, the rows and rows of costumes were full. Either this was an incredible stroke of luck, or he had landed into a shop specifically for people like him: partygoers who were a little late for a disguise.

There was a little bit of everything, from sexy nurse costumes to more realistic looking props like a "butchery knife in brain" helmet, to full-blown horror outfits that seemed really difficult to put on. His eyes, however, immediately locked onto a plague doctor costume; despite being fairly simple - composed of a top hat, mask, long robe and a pair of heeled boots - the clearly expensive leather was very high quality: it was love at first sight.

The ovine walked up to the costume and grabbed it, an excited grin on his face.

"The changing rooms are that-a-way, friend!" called out the catboy with a pleased smile, pointing at another corner of the store.

Syrus didn't think he looked that obviously interested in the outfit, but he shrugged off the strange interaction, heading straight to the changing rooms for a quick makeover. There were three separate stalls, all of which were open and empty, so he simply jumped into the nearest one and slammed the door shut.

However... His excitement quickly shifted to confusion when he noticed the head piece seemed glued to the body, with no apparent zipper to get inside the costume. He assumed perhaps it was a cloak you had to get into from below; but he started doubting as the moment he began lifting the costume and the boots were carried along with it.

Just before he managed to bring the underside of the dress up to his eyes, a sudden shadow lunged at him at lightning speed-- something warm and thick washed over him, both instantly blinding him AND muted him by forcing something down his throat. He didn't even have the time to yelp in surprise before he found himself squeezed all over, his back bumping against the stall's walls as he reflexively attempted to step away.

"Mmmffpphh?! MMRRRPPHH! MMMPPHH!"

He struggled with all his might, his hands reaching out and grabbing at the strong leather, yanking it off violently, yet it did nothing but stretch like tough, resilient rubber. Slowly, but surely, he could feel the material spread over him, gradually enveloping him in warmth, completely isolating his body from the outside world. The more it covered, the more panicked he felt, utterly lost as to what was happening to him.

With each panicked breath he took, he could feel something tickling the tip of his snout. The strong scent of plants filled his lungs, and the more he inhaled, the dizzier he felt. He could tell his consciousness was fading away, but no matter how alarming that was, he was unable to fight his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. With one last gasp, Syrus collapsed into the changing stall, the costume still wrapping around him...

The sheep awoke with a panicked start. One long, deep breath, and his extremely tense muscles instinctively relaxed. His entire body felt squeezed tight, just before the point of being uncomfortable, while also being inexplicably, incredibly arousing. He began standing up, causing the loud squeaking of rubbery leather to follow-- he was immediately reminded of his current situation. Relax. Take a deep breath. Complying with this intrusive thought immediately calmed down the sudden spike in his heart rate. Turning around, Syrus' eyes widened in surprise.

The first being noticing that he was actually able to see; he was looking at a mind-blowingly high quality plague doctor costume. With his left hand, he tentatively reached for the corvid mask, gently caressing the long, pointy beak, speechless. His vision, tinted red by the thick goggles acting as eyes, felt somehow more accurate than ever despite the change. The sides of his mask were linked to a thick leathery belt, which he could feel was strapped very securely around his head, to the point he could swear it was nearly fused with him. Another belt was cinched around his neck, its tightness an ever-present reminder, which also made sure the flowing hood, which comfortably reached down to just before his elbows, would not slip. Adorning his neck was a single, inverted cross necklace, which made him smirk in amusement.

Below his upper body cloak was another, which he could feel covered everything, from his neck down to the floor to the point the tip of his heeled boots would barely show. Despite having a single leather rope wrapped around his waist like a corset, Syrus could feel how intricate his dress was. The long sleeves stopped a bit shy of his wrists, which left his long, skin-tight leathery gloves on full display. He could tell they went as far as to fuse with the dress around his shoulder, though the costume was so dark nobody would see past the elbow anyway.

Almost enthralled by his outfit, the sheep took a step forward, only to lose balance due to his legs barely moving. He reflexively used his cane to prevent himself from falling, which both surprised and impressed him. That movement had felt natural. Still, curious about the state of his legs, he began trying to stretch them outwards slowly... only to find out he couldn't; they were bound together, secured in a hidden hobble skirt that went down to his boots, forcing him to take very tiny steps, nearly making him scoot forward.

Why am I not terrified by this?

Looking down at his own body, the sheep gently stroked his outfit, a droopy grin of satisfaction on his face. Suddenly, without no warning, his entire costume clenched around him. He couldn't stop a moan from exiting his mouth, noticing the very obvious tent of his boner in the mirror. Only now did he realize how incredibly sensitive his entire body felt, especially his nethers, and how ridiculously aroused he was. How his shaft still bulged the outfit despite how insanely tight it was, he had no idea, but with the way it felt around his cock, he didn't mind in the slightest.

"Mmfff... Mmmffpphhgghhff..."

He automatically reached for his bulge and began jerking himself off-- very quickly however he noticed the results were both not as good as he expected, but egging him to crave more; the tightness and restrictiveness of his whole costume didn't allow for much freedom, but it only made his "encased" state all the hotter to be in, making him maddeningly needy.

For a brief moment, his attention switched towards his cane. As if inspecting something he had never seen before, he lifted his arm, bringing it closer to his face. It was a nifty little prop to add to his look, but he didn't really feel like he needed it... and yet, his hand would not let go. Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Syrus stretched his hand open as hard as he could, but the rod simply was simply "stuck" there, as if glued to his palm. Even shaking wouldn't let it come off. He grabbed it with his other hand and pulled, straining so much he was groaning from the effort, and yet, it wouldn't budge an inch. In his attempts to drop the cane he reflexively moved it around, only to blink in surprise for the few seconds it took him to process the fact it had even budged in the first place. A few confused adjustments let him realize he could freely change how he held it: by its knob, the middle, even the bottom support tip, and everywhere in-between. The moment he even thought of dropping it however it would magically glue itself to his hand.

The reality of his situation suddenly kicked in. With another anxiety spike, he reached for his outfit, remembering the sheer terror he felt before passing out earlier, and yanked and tugged at it. It only caused the affected bits to stretch like rubber bands, yet never tearing, all the while the costume constricted him like crazily, pulsing around him, tickling and stimulating every bit of his body. Syrus began writhing violently, muffled moans coming from under his mask-- not because of panic, but the sheer punishing pleasure he felt for trying to take his new skin off. The strange, intrusive thought would have worried him more if he weren't in a state of uncontrollable, primal arousal. He needed release, and yet could not obtain it.

Somehow,this was what convinced him he had to get this thing off. Remembering he was actually in a store and could actually ask for help, he clumsily stumbled out of the stall, heading back towards the front, desperately grunting and groaning in the hopes of catching the owner's attention.

"Oh!" The catboy suddenly spun around to face the newly-dressed ovine, a pleased grin on his face. "Well now don't you look ravishing!"

"Mmmrrrmmmphh!" complained Syrus, unable to reply otherwise.

"Now now, I'm sure you're eager to accomplish your duties. What better time to start than tonight? With all these people outside, do you imagine how catastrophic it would be if the plague spread?"

"Mmf?"

Syrus brought one hand to his chin, falling deep in thought; the feline was right... If everybody got sick, it would be devastating. Unless, of course, they had a doctor to treat the ill...

Behind his mask, his eyes widened with the realization: he was that very doctor. It suddenly all made sense! As if approving, his costume startled him yet again with another clench, causing him to stain the front of his robe with a tiny spot of excessive pre-cum.

The trapped "demon" chuckled. "I can tell you're going to be very efficient... Now why don't you go out and have fun?" he suggested, gesturing towards the door with a nod of the head, "If you're still unsatisfied after tonight, feel free to come back here; I'm sure we could work out a... compromise."

He ushered that last word, his voice dripping with desire and sin. Something about it felt almost sinister, and Syrus shivered, but whether his anticipation was caused by fear or excitement, he couldn't tell.

Another clench brought him out of his daydreaming, and he suddenly realized he had lots of work to do. Taking another good, deep breath, the ovine relaxed, before turning around and slowly making his way towards the exit.

The cold, crisp autumn hair instantly washed over him the moment he walked out the shady store. Despite how biting the breeze was, he smiled, his outfit keeping him warm, wet and comfortable. He took another long inhale, letting his trusty flower bouquet to invigorate him with the strength needed for what was to come. He remembered he had a party to go to: surely this was one of the most likely places where he would find somebody to be sick. Depending on how severe the situation was, maybe the whole area would have to be quarantined, or else who knew how many people could be at risk?

With a tiny, but determined step, he set out for his destination.

Part of Syrus thought the trip would take forever-- yet, as if animated by a supernatural power, he found himself spotting the house he had been invited to in the distance. Trick-or-treating was in full blast in the area, which only made him feel more concerned for people's well-being. Shaking his head with chagrin, he resumed his walk, huffing loudly under his mask, one hand absent-mindedly hovering near his bulging crotch.

And just as he walked past an alley, only a couple houses away from his destination, something violently collided with him. He yelped, tumbling to the floor.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!"

Looking up, he saw a pink dragoness, clearly distressed, staring at him and offering her hand.

"Here, let me help you up!"

Syrus accepted, his own gloved hand sinking slightly in the slime reptile's squishy hand. She was dripping all over and, for all intents and purposes, completely naked, though despite her absurd, bimbo-like proportions, all her private parts had been smoothed out. Accompanying her bright pink body, her goopy hair flowed out behind her back, a single earring piercing shining on her left ear.

When she got a good look at Syrus however, her eyes suddenly beamed with intense excitement. "Oh. My. GOD. Your costume is, like, SO cool!!" Her grip on his hand got stronger while she hopped with giddiness. "Can I try it out? Pretty pleaaaase???"

Now fully up and dusting off his behind, Syrus raised a confused eyebrow-- he wasn't sure who this dragon girl was, but not only was she impeding his important doctor duties, but he couldn't even take off his costume.

"Mmrfphmmpff. Mm--"

He began mumbling, only for her to cut him off with an ecstatic squeal.

"Eeeeee!!! Thank you, SO SO much! Oh my gosh I can't wait to see it!"

Without any warning, she charged straight into the costumed sheep, making him yelp in panic as pink sludge washed over his mask like a tsunami. Firmly displeased to be attacked by a sentient mass for the second time this evening, Syrus reached for the dragoness and grabbed her in an attempt to pull her off him. His leathery digits did nothing but melt into her moldable shape, slipping between her slushy wobbling-- he could do nothing to stop the warm wet mass flowing into his mask, then right into his ears. The discomfort made his entire body viscerally scream at him, and began jerking violently.

With the dragoness having invaded his brain, the sheep was utterly overloaded with new thoughts and urges-- it was impossible to tell which were his, hers, a mix of both, or if she was twisting, corrupting his own. She entirely disappeared under his costume in the blink of an eye, leaving him to writhe alone in the alley like a man possessed. He could feel his entire body heating up, the suit still tight and clenching around him, only adding to the sensory overload.

"Oh my gosh, it's like, so tight in there! I'm gonna need to make more space, okay?"

"No, wait, stop", wanted to say the sheep, not even sure of what the dragoness meant, but he couldn't even speak, finding himself tripping over his own words before the costume even muffled them down. He felt the heat intensify, specifically in his chest, which grew heavier by the second. His heart tightened with worry, and he reached up to put a hand on his torso, only to feel his palm sink into a sinfully soft pillow. The unexpected jolt of pleasure shook him awake, and he looked down to see his chest quite literally ballooning outwards, stretching his cursed outfit to its limits. The upper cloak, which descended slightly past his flat chest, now rested cozily on top of his gigantic, wobbling tits, the leather dress leaving nothing to the imagination, straining to contain his suddenly mountainous cleavage, with his broad, swollen, hard nipples bulging enough to make him look like he was wearing a skinsuit.

A white, sticky stain spread over his crotch, the sheep having orgasmed from the mind-blowing pleasure of having grown such a totally heavy, super sexy, ultra swollen pillow chest like that!

"There we go!" chirped a bubbly voice in his head, "But I'm sure we can do a bit better than that..."

Swarmed by sensations he had never experienced, Syrus reached forward to touch one of his massive nipples, barely able to get to them with how far his chest was pushed-- but when his finger finally touched it? The reward was more than enough to compensate for the effort. Letting out a moan so loud it echoed past his gagging costume, he smashed his super-sized knockers into his body to access his nips more easily before going to town on them. The white coat staining his crotch only grew bigger as he came his brains out, feeling both his own body offering him unfathomable pleasure and the added stimulation from his mind's invader.

Suddenly, he felt himself toppling over-- whether it was the change in his center of gravity or his legs becoming too wobbly to support him, he didn't know, but he crashed into the floor... only to let out a gasp of both lust and surprise, feeling his lower body sink into a pair of huge, foamy pillows. Still busy with his tits, he looked back, barely conscious, only for his eyes to widen at the sight of the absolute dump truck his ass had become. Each cheek was easily twice the size of his head, and the way it spilled outwards when he leaned into them both looked and felt delightful.

A bubbly giggle echoed out from under his mask-- he was reminded of the dragoness' curves, and how his were now much bigger than hers; she'd be, like, totally super duper jealous!

"Oh yeah, he would be soooo jealous! I mean, like, have you seen how frickin' hot and sexy you are?"

The excited voice in Syrus' head sounded a little bit more confusing-- it felt both familiar and not, and it was becoming more and more difficult to recognize those thoughts as nothing but theirs. With one hand they slipped their cane between their tits, further stretching the leather at the peak of their mounds, before bouncing them on it, enjoying how good their new body felt, and how much better the real deal would feel like.

That's when the most brilliant idea they ever had sneaked into their mind: they were headed for a party! That meant they could have plenty, plenty of fun with everybody there and show them all how good of a... whore... doctor... whatever! Digging deep into their own memory, they also recalled the store from earlier, and that naughty feline... maybe after the show if they were still unsa... satisf... needy, they could drop by again, and ask about that "compromise" he mentioned...

Another clench of the costume around their body sent Syrus blasting right into a full-body orgasm, their head throwing back as they moaned in ecstasy. Their vision was blurry and the tips of their nipples and crotch were both sopping wet, but they still needed more.

Maybe, just maybe they could have a little bit more personal fun before heading to that party...?