Instant Cosplay Love Doll Deception (TG, Sexdoll TF)

Futanari crept into the conventional hall with a thin smirk on her face and a massive erection between her legs, her ninja-field flickering as she slipped between the stalls.  

As she snuck, she savored the cosplayers on display–from the Ochakos to the Namis to the Nobaras and the Krillins–until at last she found herself in an empty spot perfect for her purposes. Skidding to a stop, she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a slim sheet of paper. With a giggle, she placed it on the floor, gave it a thin tap with a claw, and hopped back as it arced with bolts of juice.

Fizzling and shaking like a firework about to shoot into the heavens, the piece of paper flipped on the spot and exploded into size, stretching into a tall white cubicle, complete with door. 

Grin growing even wider, Futanari reached into her boobs, pulled out a sign, and plopped it on the ground beside it. “Cosplay Booth >,” it read in bright, ballooning letters. “Only 15 Bells!” You couldn’t get a better deal.

Rubbing her hands, Futanari stood back to wait. Of course, there might be a few hidden catches…

*

Adrian entered the conventional hall with a frown, feeling like he’d entered a high-class restaurant wearing a wife-beater and sweatpants. Looking around, he rubbed his arm awkwardly. Why was he the only one not in costume? Cosplays weren’t required, were they? 

As he approached the nearest stall, he saw a tall blonde in an amazing Samus cosplay and found himself frozen on the spot, rigid in more than one manner. Not only was everyone cosplaying, but there were all doing it so well! How could he possibly survive here in nothing more than jeans and a t-shirt?

Just as he was considering leaving, he happened to notice a strange stall, clearly distinct from all the others. Instead of a simple chair and table, it consisted of a tall white cubicle, boxy and white. Even as he watched, the door opened, and a young, brown-haired man stepped inside. 

Frowning, Adrian approached, his curiosity getting the better of him. 

A young woman with startling pink hair stood beside the machine. “Hi, there!” she said as he approached. “Interested in a cosplay?” 

“A cosplay?” he asked, adjusting his glasses. “You’re selling cosplays?” 

“That’s right! For 15 bells, my patented cosplay booth will make you look like any character you like! Just step inside, select your character, and the booth will handle the rest! Customer satisfaction guaranteed! Nya!” She coughed. “Sorry, sore throat.” 

“Just 15 bells…?” Rummaging in his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and slipped out a 20 bell note. “I guess I’ll give it a try.” It couldn’t hurt, right? It wasn’t as if it could make him look worse. 

“Thank you very much!” Grinning, the young woman guided him to the booth. Its door flew open with a schunk to admit him. Inside, he saw a small stool and a touchscreen on the wall. Just like a photobooth, he thought, stepping inside. The door snapped shut, almost slicing off his heels.

Taking a seat on the stool, he inserted his money and squinted at the screen. ‘Select your cosplay!’ it read in bright bold letters. When he touched it, this vanished, replaced by a gallery of character portraits, arranged in alphabetical order. 

Scrolling through them, Adrian found his eyes widening in shock. Holy crap, everyone was here. They had 2B, Satsuki, Chun Li, D.va, even some more obscure characters he’d never expected anyone else to have heard of. 

Sitting back, he bit his lip as he considered his options. He should… he should probably pick a male character, right? That was only appropriate, wasn’t it? He hadn’t exactly set out today planning to crossplay. But at the same time… He bit his lip and thought of the way the Samus cosplay had looked in her tight blue zero suit. He wondered if this machine could make him look as good as her.

He took a deep breath and decided to commit. Scrolling back through the list, he came to the s-section again and tapped Samus’s portrait. ‘Cosplay Samus?’ the screen asked. ‘Yes or No?’.

Deep breaths. Here we go. He tapped ‘yes’. 

The screen went blank, and the booth’s lights cut off. For a second, he worried there’d been a power cut or something, but just as he was about to stand and call for help, the machine rumbled, and the stool dropped away beneath him. Stumbling, he looked up.

Staring, Adrian watched as the ceiling opened like a flower, and from the darkness beyond dropped an array of mechanical arms, each capped in a different instrument. “Wh-what the–? Is this part of the–?” 

Before he could even finish the question, two of the arms grabbed his t-shirt and rather forcibly dragged up it off his body, carrying it up and away into the ceiling. A moment later, another pair unbuckled his belt and dropped it and his pants to the floor, where yet another arm snatched them away into the wall. 

Standing there in his underwear, Adrian blushed. I-I guess this was always going to be part of the procedure, he thought, swallowing. 

Sensing what was coming next, he hurried to drop his underpants and hand them away. Finally, one last hand took his glasses, and with that he was left there standing in the nude, desperately hoping there weren’t any hidden cameras in this thing. 

Now what? he thought, as the current arms retracted. You’ve got me out of my clothes, but how are you going to make me look like Samus? Some kind of shapeware, or are you just going to dress me like her? He wouldn’t exactly object to that. 

His answer came in the form of a sting to the ass. With a yelp of pain, he spun around just in time to catch a needle disappearing into the wall. 

“Wh-what the fuck?” He found his heart pounding a little faster now. They were going to drug him? 

Not only was his heart pounding faster, but it wasn’t slowly either. Standing there, Adrian found himself struggling to catch his breath as his entire body turned red and ran with sweat. Wh-what’s happening to me? 

Squinting, he struggled to see his reflection in the booth’s screen. What he found made his squeal in a surprisingly high-pitched voice. His face… it was–

Even as he stared, his nose shrank and his jaws softened, and his brown-haired turned to the familiar blonde of Samus. Staring at her image, he gasped, unsure even what to make of it. 

A kick to the stomach snatched his attention away. Stumbling back with his eyes wide in fright, he looked down to see the mild chub of his belly melting away completely, flattened out. No sooner had it gone than he felt a similar pressure in his shoulders and his spine, forcing the former in and the latter up. His hips widened to match, and a shockwave rolled through him, as if he were a bag of water someone had just given a hard slap. He moaned, and instantly clamped his hands over his mouth at how feminine it sounded. He couldn’t believe what was happening. 

Where the ripple passed through him, his body thickened and swelled with fat: his thighs grew thick, squeezing his shrinking member between them, and his asscheeks blew into a pair of chubby cushions, squishing against the wall of the booth in the process and sending little waves of ecstasy up his spine to his head to boot. Finally, his nipples trembled and peaked and with a tremendous boing, his chest exploded, flat pecs blowing into a pair of enormous boobs, so fat and jiggly he could barely process it. Clasping them, he moaned in his high-pitched new voice, unable to bear the ecstasy of touching them. 

Between his legs, his penis shrank inside him, unnoticed, leaving only the plump lips of a vagina in its wake. 

As she panted for breath, Adrian found a new set of arms extending from the booth’s walls. They looked like a little like cannons, but before she could worry what that might suggest, they opened fire, blasting her with blob after blob of slick blue slime. She squealed, screwing up her eyes and moaning as the impact made her swollen new assets wobble. 

Spreading over her body like puddles of spilled paint, the slime soon joined each other and congealed, flattening into a tight layer of latex in a very familiar pattern. But only as it lifted his heels to form a pair of familiar boots did she realize exactly what she was looking at. “M-my zero suit.” 

Finally, her costume settled into place, and the arms retracted. Standing there, Adrian ran her hands down her front and gasped at how good it felt. This was… it was perfect. She’d never expected her costume to look so good, let alone to feel so… Biting her lip, she screwed her lips up tight. She couldn’t wait to get out of the booth and show everyone. 

As she turned to the door, however, she blinked to find it hadn’t opened. Not only that, but it refused to budge at all. Stepping back, she frowned. Maybe there was still a final step of some kind? 

She looked up just in time for the ceiling to open again, and one final mechanical arm to drop from above. This one terminated in what looked like a lamp, and as she stared it lit up, bright and pink. 

As the light washed over her body, the stool popped back up from the floor, and Adrian’s legs gave way beneath her. She dropped onto it with a gasp, and no sooner had she taken her seat than she found her arms and her legs raised, lifted as if she were a marionette. Holding them suspended, she struggled to pull free, but she couldn’t move them. W-wait, I recognize that pose…! It’s–! 

Heart pounding in horror, she struggled to scream and found herself moaning instead as a sudden wave of lightness washed out of her core and through her entire body, leaving her so light-headed she could barely think. Oooh… what’s…? What’s happening now? 

Where the light touched her, her zero suit grew even tighter, so tight it soon became inseparable from her skin. With this tightness came an extra layer of sleekness, as if every part of her, clothes and flesh alike, had been dumped in a vat of lacquer. Nnn~! Stoop! Stooop! Strangely–or not–it parted around her pussy and her butthole, revealing both.

Her hands and feet pumped up like balloons before compressing into doll-like mittens and socks. She squealed and tried to shake them, but she couldn’t even wiggle a toe. 

Her extremities were the only part of her inflating either: as she squirmed, her asscheeks lifted up off of the stool, grown thicker than ever, while her boobs grew even fatter and rounder than they had been to start, plumping into a pair of ridiculous beachballs. 

With a pop, Adrian’s belly button inverted into a plastic cap, translucent, confirming the nature of her awful fate, not that she hadn’t already guessed it. N-no! Please, I don’t wanna be–

Boing! Boingboing! Almost in sync, her vagina and her asshole and her lips puffed up, inflating into a trio of fat pink donuts, perfect for taking cocks. She squealed–or would have, if she’d still had vocal cords.

Finally, the light reached her head and reduced her eyes to flat images, before rubberizing her hair with a flash and a puff of steam. With that, it snapped off and vanished back into the ceiling, leaving Adrian to sit there, burning with pleasure and unable to move at all. Nnn~! Oh, Mom, help me! Please…! I need to…! I need to…! What did she need exactly? 

The back of the booth opened, and a pair of very familiar hands snatched her out. As they held her and turned her around, Adrian found herself looking at a pile of sexdolls, each based on a different female character: there was a Camilla, a Chun Li, a Princess Peach, and a Daisy, and more, so many more…

The hands tightened on her arms, making her plastic squeak. “Mmm~,” said the familiar voice of the booth’s owner. “Let’s see if those holes are as tight as they look.” 

Something hard nuzzled Adrian’s asshole. She squeaked. Nnn~! Oh Mom. F-fuck. Fuck. P-put it in me, please! Dolly needs fucking! Dolly needs cock now! Please! 

“Hehe, if nyou say so, nya.” 

Schlup! 

Dolly screamed in delight.