Costumed Thief

Hello there dudes and dudettes!

I am back again with a new caption, this time around a Patreon request by someone that wants to stay anonymous.
This time around a guy breaks into his ex-girlfriends home in search of money, but leaves with more than he bargained for!

I hope you guys enjoy this caption!
And with that I say my goodbyes for now, and until next time stay happy and healthy!

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"Common, common! She has to have it here somewhere..." Marvin muttered to himself as he rummaged through the drawers of the bedroom, pushing aside undergarments in his search.

"Dammit!" he cursed as he pulled the drawer out completely, yet he found nothing of interest, so he just dropped it, spilling its content on the floor of the increasingly ravaged-looking room.

"Shit, why does she have to have such a big house?! How is anybody supposed to find some money when she has so many hiding spots!" he raged as he found nothing for the past hour he was here.

Marvin of course was talking about his ex-girlfriend Christine, who was not only very rich thanks to lawyer parents, but also quite a big cosplay enthusiast, visiting cons weekly with a new costume.

And it was actually her enthusiasm for cosplay that made Marvin break up with Christine, never having had an interest in it, and being quite against his girlfriend spending hours on end just standing around in revealing cosplays, gaining the attention of all kinds of guys that were not him.

And while he did not care too much about her wealth back then now, when he had fallen into debt with some nasty loansharks, he was quite interested, thinking it would be easy to steal some money.

"Fucking shit! There has to be SOME money here" he nearly shouted, throwing another drawer across the room, smashing against the wall with a metallic clang, catching Marvin's interest.

"Oh? Looks like I may have found something" he smiled, seeing the wall was in fact a giant closet, and after a quick inspection he saw a small penal that required a password.

"Jackpot! Debtless life, here I come" Marvin gleefully sang, entering some numbers that immediately made the door of the closet open with a small hiss.

"Hah, she still uses her birthday as her password. Man, I always knew she was just a stupid cosplay bimbo bitch" he chuckled to himself, entering the room-sized closet as the doors closed behind him.

But what Marvin did not know was that Christine was outside her bedroom the whole time, arriving shortly after her security system notified her of an intruder, and she was able to hear everything.

"Nothing but a stupid cosplay bimbo bitch, eh?" she repeated, her tone as sinister as her grin. "Well, we will just have to see which one of us is the stupid one, my dear little ex! You always bugged me for the Bulma cosplay, knowing I hated it, but now I am more than happy to fulfill your fantasy!"

With that she made her way into her bedroom, approaching the panel of her state-of-the-art Autocloset quickly as she typed a few things into the console, eager for some revenge on Marvin.

Said guy meanwhile slowly made his way through the closet, taking one small step after the other as it was nearly totally dark inside, when suddenly lights turned on and a small whirring sound started.

"Huh? What is going on now?" he could only mutter in confusion, but before he could say anything else or react in any way all hell broke loose as panels opened and metallic arms appeared.

The arms came straight at him, some of them restraining his arms and legs before others started ripping off his clothes one by one until he was left completely naked and suspended in the air.

"Hey, what the fuck?!" he shouted before more arms appeared, holding a corset that they attached around his stomach before pulling it as tight as possible, crushing his waist in the process.

This robbed Marvin of all his air, and he began to wheeze and cough as the corset just got tighter and tighter, making verbal protest impossible before the arms tied the strings together.

Once Marvin's body had a nice hourglass figure the arms grabbed a latex bodysuit from the wall before pulling it up his body, after which the arms sealed the seams shut with some glue.

The suspended male did not realize this, too busy trying to catch his breath, but what he DID realize was when the arms jammed needles into the suit and started to inject foam into the hips and chest.

"W-What ar-re yoU do-Ing? Stop" he rapsed out, but the machine just continued to pump him up with foam until Marvin was left with a pair of boobs and thighs that would make many women kill for.

With Marvin's new body shape finished the machine started to dress him for the occasion, starting with a thong that it pulled up his legs, so far in fact that his hidden balls got crushed in the process.

"Ouch! S-Stop!" he just weakly let out, but once again he was ignored as the Autocloset just grabbed some blue pantyhose that it pulled up his legs, followed by a black bunnysuit.

Both items were just as tight as the corset, being like a second skin and leaving nothing to the imagination, but worse was the red 4-inch heels the machine glued to his feet.

At this point Marvin started to tear up, wanting nothing more than for this nightmare of his to end, but despite his wishes, the Autocloset was far from done with him or his outfit, so the arms just grabbed a facemask with holes for the eyes and mouth that they pulled over his head.

Once again glue was generously applied to the seams and this time Marvin actually felt what was happening, making him start to struggle in his bonds as he began to panic.

"No, no!" S-Stop, please! I am sorry, just let me go!" he pleaded and sobbed, but the machine was as unforgiving as Christine felt, so it just continued to finish the job it was programmed to do.

With the mask securely in place the machine grabbed a blue wig that it glued to Marvin's scalp before the arms armed themselves with all kinds of beauty products that Marvin had no clue about.

They began by spraying the facemask with a pale foundation, followed by some light blush to his cheeks, before thin eyebrows were drawn onto the mask, giving Marvin a sultry look.

To enhance said look the Autocloset glued fake lashes to his eyes and covered them in black mascara before rimming his eyes with eyeliner and adding some pink eyeshadow to them.

Then another pair of mechanical grabbed new syringes, though this time they aimed for his lips, and without Marvin being able to do anything they inflated his lips before adding extra lipplumper and some bright pink gloss to them, making them extremely inviting and kissable.

The machine then finished Marvin's new look by gluing some black rabbit ears to his head, followed by some white wrist cuffs and collar glued to his body, and then finished with a red bowtie.

Marvin was then lowered to the ground and pushed out the closet, and while he stumbled around in his unfamiliar heels he tried his hardest to pull off the dam bodysuit, but to no avail.

"Well, that is a sight for sore eyes, isn't it?" a familiar voice teased him, and when he looked up from his position crouched on the floor Marvin saw his ex-girlfriend grinning down at him.

"Christine? Wha- You did this to me, you bitch!" he started to say, first confused, then angry. "Oh, I will so get you for this. Trust me, you will regret the day you were born when I am done with you!"

"Oh, will I?" Christine just smugly answered, easily sidestepping the pathetic swipes her ex-boyfriend tried to make at her with his arms, causing him to crash to the ground due to the heels.

"Because the way I look at it YOU are the one that broke into MY house! But don't worry, I bet your cellmates will love your look, especially those plump lips of yours."

Those words made Marvin stop all his actions immediately as he went pale behind his mask, just now realizing just how bad his situation actually was, after all he broke into her house to steal.

"Y-You wouldn't" he just said, starting to sweat heavily inside his suit as Christine just continued to smugly grin down at him, enjoying the power she had over her pathetic sexist ex-boyfriend.

"Well, maybe if you agree to a little game I will overlook your intrusion" she began to say, throwing Marvin a Dragon Ball which he caught, but just looked at in confusion.

"It is said that you get a wish free if you manage to get all seven of them. And luckily for you the remaining six are all hidden at a convention a few towns over" Christine continued to explain, making Marvin understand and fill with dread, fearing for the worst as her grin turned more sinister.

"Of course said con is only for three days, and maybe some of the balls are found by others, though I believe you can easily "convince" them to hand them over, especially looking like this! But you better start hurrying now, because with your new look not matching your driver's license and with no money for the bus you will probably have to walk the 10 miles to the con. Good luck, Bulma!"