Foxy Petsuit

Themes: petsuit, spandex suiting, scifi, pleasure, petplay

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Living in a low-rise apartment near the city’s center, it was very convenient to walk to  all my groceries, my workplace, and nearby restaurants just outside my home. However, while I bought the place for a heavily discounted price, I was unaware of the reasons until I heard passing rumors about the street I was on. Many who had lived around the area vanished mysteriously with no definite reason at all, even with several investigations for weeks in the area.

 

From a cafe two blocks away, I learned that it all started a year ago, with previous tenants disappearing a month or two after they settled down. All they could find were spandex animal costumes splayed out on the bed, but no sign of the missing people themselves. The costumes were deemed to be made of typical synthetic fabrics and nothing out of the ordinary. The only question that left investigators on the missing persons’ files was why these costumes were present. To me, it sounded like a dream to get into one of the costumes myself like I had fantasized for years.

 

It did not take long for my wish to come true. One evening, after a warm shower, I returned to my bedroom to see a spandex red fox suit lying prone on my bed. It was a stretchy petsuit! To be honest, I had always thought of getting one and the costume randomly appearing on my bed like it was served on a silver platter. It had a stuffed spandex fox tail that was soft and squishy to the touch. A zipper lined the spine from the top of the tail to the neck seam, unzipped and welcoming a wearer. It had black-tipped triangular ears on the top of the hood. Mitten and sock-like black paws with white paw prints under each were sewn together with the suit. 

 

As I flipped the foxy petsuit, I saw that there was a hole in the hood for my face to slip through, and an additional slit at the crotch for my privates to hang out freely without a zipper. I took off all my clothes and stared at the dangling costume before me, hesitating a little as I thought of the rumors. ‘Was I going to be another missing person?’ I shook the thought off and decided to go through with suiting up in the sexual costume.

 

I slipped my feet down into the leggings to the ends, feeling the cool, smooth spandex slide up to my thighs as I pulled to straighten the wrinkles in the fabric. Stretching the crotch slit carefully, my cock and balls exited from the suit’s spandex crotch and hung. Behind, I tugged the suit and felt the skintight spandex wedging between my ass, the stuffed tail swinging from side to side for a few seconds before coming to a stop. It already caused me to loll my tongue like a fox in heat, and I had the urge to suit up quicker. I thrust my arms and led my hands to the paws, slipping the hood over my head and zipping myself fully into the petsuit. 

 

Closing myself into the suit only made the spandex press on me harder and I found myself increasingly aroused. I flopped onto my bed and frantically stroked myself with my spandex paw-covered hands, the silky material was already slippery enough that it did not require lube to pleasure myself. I was in stretchy heaven, precum already smeared across my crotch and onto the spandex paws. 

 

With a few upwards thrusts from my bed, an eruption of cum shot up a couple of feet into the air before the thick ropes of seed landed on the fox petsuit’s white belly, blending together with the fabric to hide the mess. I was panting, my petsuit soaked and messy with semen. However, I was suddenly overtaken by a wave of exhaustion, passing out in an orgasmic euphoria with my arms splayed out on the bed, just like how the petsuit appeared when I found it. Little did I know I was transported somewhere else, an empty fox petsuit lying in my place as I became one of the missing people.

 

When I woke up, everything around me seemed to be made of plush material, even the skies looked like a sky-blue velvety blanket. I was still in my foxy petsuit, hugged in all angles by the stretchy, skin-tight spandex. As I sat up to have a feel of the ground below me, it felt like a sturdy mattress, my weight causing my body to sink in but not too much that walking would be an issue. Around me were other people in animal-themed petsuits with varying sizes of stuffed tails dangling behind. They were crawling on fours and wearing stuffed red collars around their necks. I figured this was where all the people ended up, recognizing a few from the missing persons posters. I did not have a collar though, guessing that I was their “fresh catch” into the soft world.

 

I was still hard with unending arousal too, which prompted me to dip my chin to look at my crotch. My cock and balls were now wrapped in spandex sheath, stretching and shrinking to adapt to my penis size. All of a sudden, all the petsuited people turned their gaze towards me, their eyes seemingly soulless, yet lost in a haze of pleasure. I immediately took to the hills, but the spandex foot socks made it slightly difficult as it caused me to slip several times, cushioned by the plush ground on every fall. Turning over my shoulder to see that the petsuited people were too far behind to get me, I was oblivious to two more waiting for me.

 

As I turned back to the direction I was running to, I bumped into two white petsuited beings with different colored collars, purple ones. Instead of open-faced petsuits, their faces were covered by what looked like stuffed spandex masks, one with a pointed canine snout, and another with a feline muzzle. They stood on two, unlike the rest I have seen so far. Additionally, their body seemed to be devoid of any bodily contours from the protrusions of nipples and ass like the petsuited people, and no signs of breathing could be seen. They were some sort of living petsuit beings, the ones who transported people here and oversaw us.

 

With one of each paw from the beings holding my wrists, I was escorted somewhere else away from the crowd of crawling petsuited people. While I originally had plans to struggle and run away, my aroused body wanted to do otherwise and see where they wanted to bring me. After a minute of walking, we arrived at a padded dog house with a name sewn into it, just as big as my apartment’s living room. It read, “Lucas the Fox.” That was my name and I was dressed like a fox! 

 

While I was distracted, they made me get down on all fours before a red collar was wrapped around my neck. Once a leash was connected to the collar, the feline petsuit left me and the other fox petsuit to ourselves. The fox petsuit bent down and looked at me with its featureless spandex face as though it anticipated for me to ask all the bubbling questions I had in my mind. After a short introduction that its name was Stretchy, I was finally allowed to talk to it. Being treated like a pet now in the comfortably liberating clothing, I sat and began my long list of questions.

 

Initially, I questioned the fox petsuit about human necessities and needing to go to the bathroom as it brought me into my new plush padded home. It explained that most human needs, like food, water, and bathroom usage were settled using teleportation technology to manage them so that I would have more “playtime,” as the fox put it. I then asked Stretchy about what I had seen earlier, “When can I go freely? Like when can I be off the leash?”

 

“When you learn how to be a proper fox, I won’t be your handler anymore,” Stretchy explained, the spandex fabric where its mouth should be vibrating on every word. “And you’ll be free like them. For now, I’ll be your handler until you’re one. Whimper like a fox for me!” 

 

I whimpered to my best of my abilities to imitate a playful, whining fox, convincing enough that Stretchy nodded in approval. It pulled a bone-shaped biscuit treat from behind and tossed it between my lips with superhuman accuracy. In my mouth, the biscuit melted slowly on my tongue, the milky flavours spreading around my mouth. Unknowingly, the treat that it gave me was laced with aphrodisiacs, leaving my mind only filled with horny thoughts. “Good foxxo. Time to get you REAL cozy!”

 

Stretchy pointed at a human-sized pet bed and unleashed me for the moment, instructing me to crawl into it and roll over. Since my thoughts and judgement were clouded by naughty thoughts, I only obeyed the living petsuit and lay on my back. My dick was throbbing in excitement and extended, stretching the spandex sheath with the tip already wet with precum. Stretchy pressed its stuffed spandex snout on the tip of my sheath, both its paws cupping my balls and playing with them as it blew me. 

 

Already half-stimulated, I shot my seed through the thin spandex sheath and ropes of cum created lines of soak spots in the living petsuit’s face. The stains just slowly vanished as though it was a powerful sponge absorbing everything I had sprayed on it. Even after the brunt of it landed on Stretchy’s face, it still wanted more, its snout diving in to soak up and nuzzle at my dick until I stopped dripping. Once it was done, it gave my crotch a pat and left me in the padded dog house for me to rest. I curled up, wondering how I could accept my new life as a “pet fox,” forever stuck in the petsuit.
 

At first, it took time to get used to how to live my day-to-day life in foxy petsuit, crawling on fours all day. With Stretchy being my “owner” for the training period, it taught me how to behave as a fox other than just noises. Any interactions between me and the other petsuited humans was guided by my foxy petsuit owner via tugs on the leash, preventing me from scheming with others to escape. The free-roaming petsuiters, too, knew about the rule and refrained from talking entirely, only making the sounds of the animals they were suited in.

 

Another rule was that I could not have a petsuit orgy with the others, unless it was declared that we could, which was once every few weeks in the plush petsuit world. Eventually, I had lost all words and only spoke in fox noises, just eating and living like an imaginary fox. I began to get the hang of moving around and doing things on fours, mostly resting or lazing about on plush rocks and hills wherever a comfortable spot presented itself while I was brought around on a leash. 

 

And as soon as Stretch had deemed me worthy of being a petsuited fox, it was the end of the petsuit training. I was in my padded dog house when the living fox petsuit gave me belly rubs, which I responded with happy fox giggling and whining. When it brought me out to meet the others one day, it did not use the leash anymore and I scampered around in joy. After a quadrupedal trot around alongside the petsuiters, we were back at my dog house but there was a new toy inside. It was a parting gift for a successful fox petsuiter rehabilitation.

 

“Surprise, Lucas! You can get your foxy paws on these new items!” Stretchy pointed at an inflatable pillow with an opaque tube running all the way into a padded machine with a digital screen. “This shall be your little hump pillow. It has a hole where you can put your cock. The insides heat up, vibrate, and even massages your full length! In exchange for your seed, you get a treat! Who’s a good boy in need of a treat?”
 
 I panted like a fox and lay on my back while the petsuit being gave me a belly rub, whining as though begging for the treat. My petsuit’s stuffed foxy tail wagging on its own accord below my raised legs, to my surprise. The foxy petsuit I wore was alive after all, now revealing that it could imitate and display my emotions proudly with the movements of its tail. Flipping around on all fours, I clambered and straddled the pillow, inserting my satin-sheathed penis into the hole of the inflatable pillow.

 

As stretchy said, it was warm and tight, yet buzzing faintly under my body. I was astonished it was as slippery as the spandex sheath that slotted in with no lube needed. On the inside, bumps formed and ran up, down, and around the length of my flesh, stimulating me further. I thrust the pillow with all my strength, to Stretchy’s delight, the buzzing and dick massage making it faster and easier for me to reach an orgasm. With a roaring scream, I raised my body momentarily and blasted loads of my cum into the pillow before falling limp in one airy flop.

 

The hole tightened as I felt the suction of a vacuum in the pillow take my seed away, through the tube from the pillow to the machine, displaying a green screen to confirm that it had my seed. In exchange, a milky bone treat flew out from a dispensing hole just below the screen, one I skillfully caught in my mouth with much practice during training. I reveled in the tastes of the treat as I lay blissfully on my spandex-covered belly, my petsuit’s tail wagging to my happiness. I accepted my fate stuck in a sentient petsuit forever as a spandex fox among other human petsuiters. 
 
Back on Earth, the number of missing people never ceased as more petsuits were discovered in the wake of their disappearance.