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Feeling Sheepish

By SqueekyKitty

James returned to his apartment, exhausted from carrying his shopping up the long flight of stairs due to the seemingly permanently broken lift only to spot a small box waiting outside his door. Unable to pick it up with all the bags he's carrying he unlocks his door, kicks the package inside and dumps the bags in the corridor before picking the parcel up and making his way to his living room. Flopping on his sofa he twirls the box around, he hadn't been expecting anything so it was probably wrongly delivered or something and he'd have to hand it back to the postie in the morning. Flipping it all over there's no shipping information or anything else to indicate where the hell it came from, just two simple words "wear me" scrawled in black sharpie on the side. Hoping there will be some identifying info on the inside he grabs his penknife and slits the tape holding the box shut, opening the flaps he lets out an audible "What the hell?" as the box is filled with what looks like white rubber.

Pulling the rubber from the box it folds out into some kind of suit which was pretty much completely white but save for some black hands, if they could be called that looking just mittens on the end of the arms, and feet. Spreading it out on the floor he could see that there were zippers on the shoulders and the head was missing. Peering back into the box again he pulls the head out, it's designed to look like one of those novelty sheep dolls that you find at stag parties to embarrass the groom. Flipping the suit over he can see the puffy tail and the hole that matched up with the toy. "What kinda twisted mind would get something like this made?" was his first thought quickly followed by "and why the hell was it left outside MY door?". Throwing the suit into the corner to be dealt with later he returns to grab his shopping and starts stacking everything away.

It was well past ten at night now and James had a good buzz going on from that import beer he'd bought while watching the TV. No longer really paying close attention to what was on in his current state his mind drifted towards the suit again, shaking his head to try and clear the thoughts. He found he couldn't stop looking at it, wondering what it'd be like to wear it for a laugh since he'd be tossing it in the morning after all, and who'd know? He was alone in the flat, why not give it a go? Grabbing it he headed towards the bedroom to put it on.

Undressing and glancing at the suit he takes a last quick swig of the beer before unzipping the shoulders and sliding a leg into the suits own. It was a weird feeling, the rubber was cool to the touch and seemed to stick to him a little as his foot slid home. Sliding his other leg into the suit he stands there and pulls the suit up over his waist, slipping first his right and then left arm into it, and pulling it fully up over his chest and shoulders. Fumbling slightly in his inebriated state to keep the suit up, the suits "hands" aren't exactly really helping much either he thinks, he zips the shoulders shut with some effort. Pulling the right zipper shut he notices a flap near his neck covering something, flipping it open he finds a small nozzle embedded in the suit within reach of his mouth. "Is this thing inflatable or something? That might explain why it felt so heavy" he thought to himself before shrugging and began blowing into the open nozzle.

Flipping the nozzle closed he stood there briefly taking in the fact he was now encased in part of a tubby sheep suit wondering if he was mad for doing this. Deciding he should see what he looked like he waddled over to his bathroom and began looking himself over in the mirror. Exploring the suit his hands dimpled and squished the inflated skin, the latex easily giving way under pressure. Twisting he could see the small puffy tail stick out behind him, wiggling his ass made it wobble back and forth, along with the hole underneath it which he tried to forget about for now. Figuring he might as well go all the way now he returned to the bedroom and picked up the hood. Looking it over before slipping it on he noticed there was a similar nozzle to the suit inside the head as well, it looked like you had to breath through a tube that lead to some small nostril holes in the nose as well with only some eye-holes to see the person inside with. Quickly inflating it he begins to slide it over his head, the inflated latex pushing against his skin, slightly squashing his face before it slid home. Fumbling again he draws the zipper down the back of the hood, sealing himself inside.

Waddling back to the bathroom again he catches himself in the mirror and lets out a really muffled chuckle. "Who'd make something like this anyway? It's really ridiculous" he thinks to himself as he starts throwing poses, blowing kisses and generally having a bit of fun with it. In the middle of posing he suddenly feels a strange urge, some weird drive is trying to work it's way into his head, turning his body he can see the hole under the tail flex and twitch slightly. Panic rising he reaches for the zippers to try and get out of this freaky thing and that's when he realises he can't see them anymore. Gripping the head with his hands he gave it a tug, trying to pull it off but only succeeding in stretching the suit, the hood has also melded to the body and there's no way to pry it off. Stumbling and finding it hard to walk now he falls back into his bedroom, pawing at the suit, trying to find a way out but a combination of the puffy suit and mitten hands stopping him from getting any purchase to rip into it. A loud "bbaahhh!" escapes him as he cries out, causing him to "baahh" again as this only adds to his panic. "Why can I speak anymore? What the hell?". Lying there on the bed his mind is invaded again by those strange urges, guiding and cajoling him into sticking something into the hole under his tail. The urge rising quickly he scans the room, the only thing suitable enough for the purpose that he can see is the beer bottle he'd finished earlier.

Fumbling with it in his now pretty useless hands he manages to get it in in the third attempt, the neck sliding in first followed by the base, at this he lets out another loud "bbaahhh!" as it stretches the hole and slides home. Letting go and standing up again he can think a bit clearer now, the whispering appears to have receded a little for now as he takes stock of his situation. That's when he tips forward onto all fours, trying to stand up again he tries to waggle his arms only to find they barely move at all. Same with his legs, trying to turn his head to see what's going on he realises he's pretty much frozen in place in his bedroom in this stupid suit with a beer bottle up his ass. That's when he also realises he can feel the bottle now as well. "That's not right, that's REALLY not good" he thought to himself as he hears his front door click open and slam shut. The bedroom door opens and he sees his ex boyfriend Mike walk into the room and chuckle, "Ahh, I knew you'd never be able to resist the suit, having fun in there James?" he says, James wanted to reply "You bastard, what have you done!" but all that came out was another long "bbaahh!". Chuckling again, Mike walked around him, examining his new form as James feels a tug on the bottle causing him to quiver "You always were a horrible boyfriend James, the lies about what you were out doing, the sleeping around behind my back, so I decide to teach you a lesson and I'm sure you'll get all the cock you want now." Removing the bottle from his ass Mike goes on to explain "I'm disappointed you found something to plug yourself with so quickly, the suit is designed to keep you in a permanent state of arousal, the longer you go without anything in that pretty little hole of yours the more the lust will build and drive you insane and the more you'll be begging for something, anything to be put in there. I'm sure you can hear the whispers in your head already even after these few seconds". James again tries to shout at Mike again but once more all that's heard is a long "baahhh!", his new hole flexing and squeezing itself, waiting for the next item to be inserted into it. "There, there" says Mike as he pulls a thick dildo out of his bag and sliding it into the eager hole, "Poor thing, needs some attention and we can't have you going wanting just yet. By the way, your new home is going to be a really special place, it's a club where the Doms take their subs to be humiliated in public. They're always looking for new toys and I'm sure the crowd is going to LOVE having a life sized inflatable sheep to play with and I'm sure you'll be really happy with all the attention." Thoughts raging in his head James can only wobble slightly in anger as Mike picks him up and begins to walk him out the door.