Best Costume Ever! - TG Caption

Holy crap, this is amazing! I can’t believe this is a real costume! The limited selection at that store was a little odd, and I’m not sure if “Anatomically Correct Cat-Guy” would’ve been my first choice, but I have to say, the quality is amazing, and it’s so lifelike! For a furry cat-guy, I actually look pretty good.

While examining myself I feel a hot flash and the costume suddenly restricts, tightening obscenely, nearly choking me before the pressure just…vanishes. What was that? Is something different? It looks exactly the same, but it most definitely feels different. I can sense so much more. The large ears on the top of my head twitch back and forth with every sound, the fur covering my body shifts with the slightest movement, the large fake dick sheathing my own is..is… Wow that thing really is so much bigger than mine. I mean, I noticed before considering I had to slide myself inside of it but now it seems even more obvious. It’s weight and girth, everything about it seems so much more…impressive, so much more important. Really, my whole body is pretty incredible, now that I look at it. I can see why people would want this costume. The cat boy in the mirror is so… desirable. I only realize the direction my thoughts have taken when the ‘fake’ penis starts to inflate.

Wait.. What am I doing!? I shouldn't be thinking like this, feeling like this. What’s happening to me? Is it the costume? I have to get this thing off! I grab a section and tug- OWW! Ok, it feels like I tried to pull off my own skin. Don’t do that again, noted. Maybe there are special removal instructions in the box? I catch sight of the still engorged growth between my legs again. It really is beautiful. If only it was on somebody else… Someone with a body like the one I’m looking at in the mirror right now, maybe a couple of somebodies. The thought of lots of big…strong…virile cat men surrounding me, pawing at my body, having their way me. Mmmmm- What? No, no, no, not again! Why am I thinking like that. Bad thoughts! Go away! I like girls, nice, pretty, pleasantly rounded girls. Not musky, muscly, yummy boys. AHH NO! What is wrong with me?! And WHY IS THIS COSTUME DICK STILL HARD! I've just got to stop thinking about men and all their… mmmmmm manly parts.

Yes! Think about girls. What’s wonderful about gir- cat-girls. Cat-girls? Why am I thi- ahh head hurts… ok, fine. What’s wonderful about cat-girls? Or the perfect cat girl? That will…help? Right, got to think about the ideal cat-girl, but why agai- owowow my head. ‘Whimper’ Why is it so hard to think?

Let's see, what is she like?. Big and athletic? No, that’s not it. She should be smaller, Much, much smaller. All cute and fuzzy and petite? That sound's righ- WOOMPH My voice! What's happening!?

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WHOA! What? Did everything just get a lot bigger? Am I going crazy? Umm…What was I doing again? Oh right, describing the perfect cat-girl. I should- no, I need to continue. It’s important, right? For… some reason.

Hmm Should she be lean or curvy? Oh, who am I kidding. Give me the curves! I mean her! Anyway, she should have nice round hips and thighs. I know boys love- I mean I really love that. And a nice tiny waist to show them off.

UGH- What was that? Feels like somebody just punched me in the gut. What the hell!

Am I still getting smaller? And my dick is- I mean the fake dick is… shrinking? Why is thinking about girls making it smaller? I grab at it in frustration and- mmmMMMAHHH. I can feel it! Not just the reduced sensation of something covering my own, I can feel the still shrinking thing and, damn, it feels so much better than before. So good… I can’t help myself and keep fondling. So, soo gooood… Wait, shouldn’t it be getting bigger again? I need to figure this out but, I can't- don't want to stop! Smaller and smaller, it’s getting more sensitive by the second! With a jerk it pulls right out of my paw- err hand. I have hands, not paws except… they do look more like paws don’t they? What is wrong with my brain? A churning, squelching sensation pulls my focus downward. I have to look, leaning over for a better view, and see the beginnings of a furry little slit. My dick… is gone! I have a pussy! My eyes widen and simmering arousal surges. The increasing warmth between my legs boils over leaving everything very, very wet. I should be scared, but there’s no room for it. I’m horny beyond all rationality and all I want is more.

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I’m getting close, but I’m not finished, not quite perfect. Something is still missing. Twin itching sensations from my chest redirect my attention back up just in time to watch another sort of inflation as my nipples first darken, then begin to extend and widen, poking through the furry fluff.  I still can’t help myself, and, at this point, I don't even care to try as my thin, questing fingers tweak and pull at the sensitive nubs. The action comes naturally, the feelings are anything but, and heat radiates around my belly.  My already dewy crotch is now dripping steadily, soaking into golden fur between my legs. So many parts ache for attention and I whimper with indecision, wishing for another pair of hands to help me find relief. I push hard against both nipples, and something pushes back.

Under each of the chesty protrusions a tiny hard lump makes itself known. As I clinch with soft little paw pads, compressing the area repeatedly against my rib cage, they balloon. Small bundles of sensation the size of grapes fatten under the skin, pushing much larger nipples hard into my palms. The nascent breasts fill out, grapes swelling to apples as I work to contain them. I’m mesmerized, mouth open and eyes threatening to cross involuntarily with perverse delight as I knead the new growths.

One paw remains above while one slips back between my legs to gently rub at the tiny hood of skin covering what remains of a once proud, massive member. Whimpering turns to full on keening and I rub faster and faster, the slick moisture below providing little friction as my hand-paw slips lower still, seeking something else, something the emptiness below craves. As I reach the opening between my legs and slip one digit inside the weight on my chest increases a final time, my new mammaries growing round and dense, heaving with each gasping, desperate breath. Can't stop! I'm so close! One digit becomes two, then three as I mercilessly stretch the opening wider in an increasingly domineering need for release. With a wail, I force my way inside up to the wrist, causing the swampy, suffocating walls of my abused vagina to ripple and convulse, muscles bearing down on the more than welcome invader in their midst. I pump in and out, arm straining at the awkward angle as I fist myself relentlessly. Wails give way to a mad, high-pitched scream of orgasm and my entire body spasms before a torrent of hot juices explode out around the arm still jammed deep inside. It goes on and on, muscles burning while a torrent of bodily fluids rain down below, and I'm left to feebly ride the tide, lost in bliss. Eventually, with a great deal of exhaustion and mind-melting satisfaction, my self-induced sexual assault slows to an uncoordinated confusion of fluttering, trembles and twitches. I carefully pull my cat-girl paw free with a wet, sloppy ‘schlorp’ and spread the dainty digits, thick with viscous ropes of girl cum. Giving in to strange new instincts and a complete lack of inhibition, I happily and methodically lick my paw clean with a long, sandpapery tongue, savoring the exotic flavor, and sigh blissfully.

Best. Costume. Ever.