The Bitch(Suit)

{My First custom chara pic, Done by the very cool, Trunchbull of Furaffinity!}

It had been quite the experience thus far, That budding Blond having to enlist the help of all people, Her own brother! It had started days before when she had visited the local dog park and came across a number of young men she swooned after but found herself more drawn to a lewd scene of two large canines mating, For days it plagued her mind, Images of that long crimson hued length, greasy and drooling with what must of been mouthfuls of seed, That thick knotted length made her gulp, Squirming with just the thought of it!. But...She had no reason to be there, No canine companion to call her own, She just couldn't resist, She had been crafty in scavenging the money, With her brothers help of course, Pilfering their parents credit card writing it off as stolen, But not before that bondage arrived that deviant little suit that was used to transforming girls of various ages into pets, And it didn't take to much convincing, By this point her elder brother was eager to agree to this, And with Halloween she had the perfect excuse to squeeze her into that bondage, With long pointed canine muzzle that caused her to stare nearly cross eyed for the first hour within the suit. Staring from behind dark colored Yellow lenses that made of the eyes of the Muzzled features were in mock of the Canine that she well.. mocked. The suit would fit like a second skin squeezing in all the right places to keep her down in that bent position, Down to all fours that soft creamy flesh hidden behind a thin layer of latex and fur, ample breast breast little more than almost visible thru the thin mesh of latex and short bristled fur, nipples poked thru painfully as they were squeezed by stretched Latex, Those long nimble arms squeezed into sleeved limbs with heavy pawed ends, her feet would suffer much the same, those long legs leaving those shapely hindquarters raised in a mock offering to any beast no matter what its size! Slightly Curled tail swished and swayed from side to side behind her as she moved, Every step, every movement she made would be announced by an oh so soft squeak, The sound of her soft oiled flesh rubbing against the latex. It was time to finally test it out! Slowly, Carefully she would of made her ways down stairs, Lingering and pushing thru the dozens of Teenagers that crowded into the small house for the party, On the receiving end of pets and pats, The bondage worked, Well enough to fool half drunken teenagers at least. Not long after being set loose in the house before a Collar was fitted around her throat and pulled Tight, Being tugged, Pulled and Dragged out the door with the Family pet to that local dog park. to late to back out now, And The younger girl would try as they entered that dog park, Her fingers ached, every step threatening to break those nimble digits as her fingers would curl into those Paws limbs to fill them out, Her hindquarters forced to move with her tippy toes drawing whimpers from those muzzled features, Suddenly realizing just how vulnerable she was. But her brother was there to Surely nothing bad could happen..right? She would gag, choking as he pulled at her leash forcing her to move forward deeper into the park. She couldn't speak, inside that muzzle pressed into her mouth would be thick rubbery caps fitting over her teeth, Binding to them from the moment she bit down into them, Connected to that muzzle allowing it to open and close when her mouth did, Yet all the same forcing her mouth to remain gaped, Drooling, Her lips already dried and cracked, stretched lewdly behind that muzzle which would be slimy, as small dribbles of her saliva, drool would drip to the ground below. Her features filled with a deep cherry shade of blush with the thought of her brother walking her thrue the park as a simple animal, No longer his sister but a mere Bitch in heat to be mounted. He had spent hours liberally applying those scented oils to her flesh till she glistened, With small dribbled of those pheromone laced oils dripping down her squirming form. thinking they would do little more than make the costume go on easier. But they would do more than that, Putting the lewd scent of sex into the air, That long pointed muzzle quickly becoming slick as her lips forced to remained open, Filling with Drool and saliva before dripping finally to the ground below as she panted, Soon she would find herself Tied off to a tree near the center of the park, Close to the Walking path where she could hear the Hallowed hooves of those Horse mounted policemen, The barks of Strays fighting over scraps, And the cackling of perverted Halloween deviants, To good for Trick or treating, Spending their times with cans of spray paint and eggs, She couldn't help but wonder what would happen if any of them found her, Little more than a Shapely Bitch in heat for the evening all while her brother hurried back to the party, Her Party.