Cat gets her Plaything

The door to the 'Body By You Costume Outlet', or 'BBY store' or 'Fetishists Dream' as it was called nowadays, opened and Morgan looked up. Two people entered the store. One was a lite catgirl, obviously already a costumer of the BBY, and a rather large man.

The man wasn't large in the sense of being fat, quite the opposite. He was about seven feet tall and had the build of a, well, body builder. The thing about him was that he didn't quite fit into the clothes he wore, neither did his hair.

The catgirl on the other side was small, especially compared to the man. She was about four feet eight to for feet ten. Her hair had a blue gray color, cut relatively short on the front, here and there hanging down to her nose, while the rest of the hair was put into a braid reaching down to her knees. A pair of catears poked through the hair and a maybe three foot long tail came from her back.

Her green colored eyes seemed to smile at everyone, as did the rest of her face.

The best the catgirl could be described as, was her being a cow-catgirl, as she was dressed in a very skimpy cowgirl outfit. There was the obligatory cowboy hat, put back on her head, due to the catears, the cord of he head ending between her breasts. Said breasts had to be C-cups, as they looked large, without looking to large on her frame. They were partly covered by a sleeveless shirt, made from some sort light brown colored of leather, that ended less than an inch below her nipples and had dark brown braids on the lower hem.

From the lower corners of her ears hung two pairs of feathers and a collar with a bell and a small pendant hung around her neck.

Her arms were covered by handless 'gloves' with a brown leopard pattern held at her wrists by a pair of leather bracers and reaching up to end one or two inches below her shoulders.

Her waist was slim and flared out into her hips, giving her a hourglass figure. There she wore a pair of light brown and very skimpy hot pants, made from the same material as the shirt and sporting the same dark brown braids on the lower hems of the not existing pantlegs. She wore nothing beneath the hot pants, as the zipper and button on the front were fully opened, letting everyone see a little patch of blue gray hair, while the hot pants themselves were only held by the fact that they were very tight.

Her legs were covered by a pair of skintight stocking with the same leopard pattern as the 'gloves', ending an inch or two below her crotch. On her feet were a pair of low heeled leather boots, completing the cowgirl look.

The pair slowly walked towards Morgan, who worked for the BBY from the beginning and was still considering if she wanted to get herself one of theShe was about four feet eight to for feet ten. Her hair had a blue gray color, cut relatively short on the front, here and there hanging down to her nose, while the rest of the hair was put into a braid reaching down to her knees. A pair of catears poked through the hair and a maybe three foot long tail came from her back.

"Welcome to the BBY," Morgan said and smiled at them.

They back smiled at her and the man dug a disk from one of his pockets and placed it on the counter, while the catgirl did, what most catgirls did when they entered the BBY, nosing around.

"I came to take my free costume," the man said with a wide smile.

Morgan blinked.

"Free costume?" she said and blinked again.

The man chuckled.

"Yes, free costume," he stated," As employee of BBY INC., I can get myself a free costume."

Morgan blinked again and than laughed as she thought about that. Every employee of BBY INC. could request a free costume as some sort of present from the company. And quite some employees had used that, some of them even chose permanent costumes.

"Right, Mr ..." she asked.

The man gave his name and Morgan entered it into the companies database. She blinked a few times as she saw what the man was.

"Derrik," she said," I can call you Derrik, can't I?"

Seeing Derrik nod, she continued.

"You are working for the Computer Development Department as Software Engineer and System Administrator? From home?"

"Yep," he said with a grin," A bit hard to believe, eh?"

Morgan nodded and Derrik chuckled.

"I got my build from my father, he was a Marine and didn't want me to become a weakling. So he drilled all those workout stuff into me. I helped me quite a bit."

Morgan shook his head smiling and than glanced at the catgirl.

"Your girlfriend?"

Derrik shook his head.

"Not anymore," he said with a toothy grin," Sara is my wife."

Morgan raised an eyebrow and than took a look at the disk.

"I take it that your costume is on that disk?"

"Yep."

"Out of curiosity, is it permanent or not?"

"It is permanent."

Morgan raised her eyebrow again and than shrugged, as she took the disk and put it into the computer. A few moments later, the file with the costume came up and Morgan blinked a few times. Than she looked at Derrik.

"Well, that is an unusual costume. You don't see that everyday."

Derrik smiled and slowly walked over to the molder.

"I want to remain conscious," he said as he slowly stripped," I heard it is a very unique experience."

Morgan raised her eyebrow again.

"Also an unusual request," she said as she pressed a few buttons and loaded the file from the disc into the molder.

Derrik slowly stepped into the molder. He could feel how his body slowly got paralyzed. Only just a minute and his body would become numb to a certain point and he would feel the molding process and everything that was assorted to it.

The molder closed behind him, leaving him in darkness. The forcefields of the latest model molder picked him up and lifted him of the ground. He breathed in deep as he felt the forcefields slowly starting to shape his body slightly. At this point he had lost the ability to move his body and a numbness creped up in him as he nerves that transmitted pain signals went numb.

Small manipulators made injections all over his body, preventing keratin production and letting him loose every single bit of hair on his body. A warm stream of air blew the hair away, leaving him completely bald. Another injection was filled with a RNA mis that would give him  the knowledge of his costume he needed to move in it without any problems.

Another set of manipulators slowly moved to his genitals and injected a load of nano-machines, which went to work immediately. A good portion of the machines started to slowly work on the blood stream going through his genitals. They modified it slowly, letting blood flood into his member. It would remain rock hard for a long time, but never hurt in any way. Another portion of the machines cut the connection between the prostate gland and his testicles, rendering him sterile, at least until the machines that would remain in his body went online again and repaired the 'damage'.

The forcefields slowly forced him to open his mouth, putting a chinaball into it. They also spread his legs and much to his surprise he felt something nearing his anus. He would have growled or made other sounds of disapproval as a thick and long dildo slid into him. He couldn't even close his eyes. He knew that this was a little bit his wife had changed on his costume. Oh he would get her for this...

The molder continued to work on him. Forcefields forced his eyes to open, while small receivers were put into his ears and founded into his ears with synthskin. Soft lenses were put over his eyes and attached to the eyelids. They would force the eyes to remain open, while saving them from drying out. Another pair of manipulators slowly filled up his nostrils.

The next large part came next, as the manipulators started to attach several parts to his body. His feet were forced into a special position and long objects attached to them. Something long was put to his back just over the crack of his ass. Two smaller and two larger objects left and right on top of his head and a large part directly over his face, covering mouth and nose completely. The objects slowly worked with nano machines to attach themselves to his body, while two strands coming from the part in his fact sneaked to wards his larynx.

A pair of manipulators than took special attention to his crotch and his member. The slowly applied synthskin over his testicles, pulling them back to hide them without making sitting or anything else painful, yet letting them remain sensitive. His member was slowly encased in  synthskin. On top of its head a catheter tube was inserted into the member. It was pushed forward until it reached the prostate gland, where it denied access to the bladder, while letting the prostate gland do its job to produce a certain fluid. The other end of the catheter came out of his member and ended two inch above in a small special valve that only opened when a certain liquid wanted out. Around the catheter more synthskin was applied, lengthening the member, while remaining to be fully sensitive. In the end it was more than eleven inches long.

After a few moments the last part was attached to his crotch, covering his new member. It was a special part that allowed him to hide his hard member normally, but will it out in the open when he wanted.

Now the molder started to apply the first layer of synthskin. It was a special mixture that would cool the body in heat and heat it in the cold. Everything was covered by the synthskin, a second layer of synthskin was applied to his body, followed by a third and last.

As the machine finished with him he was breathing deep through the chinaball. It was surely one hell of a ride. A pity that he wouldn't ever do it again.

He slowly felt feelings return to his body and prepared himself for the look of his Sara.

Sara was bored, her husband was in the molder for several hours now. She sighed and looked at Morgan. They had a nice long talk and Sara had used the time to tease a few new costumers, but in the end she wanted to see her 'new' husband.

Her eyes lit up as she saw Morgan step towards the molder and open it. She than drew a sharp breath as her husband left the molder.

Now her was at least eight and a half feet tall, remaining his powerful build and looked everything she had imagined him to look like.

She grinned wide and tackled her new husband, nuzzling at his now light brown colored chest, while her hands slowly stroked over his bald head.

"You are the purrfect husband for a little cowgirl cat like me," she purred and he slowly lifted her up.

"I certainly hope so," he answered, his voice coming from a small vocoder somewhere inside the completely shut muzzle.

Morgan on the other hand chuckled slightly as she saw the two standing in front of the molder. A large Minotaur in something that looked like brown latex and a petite catgirl clinging to him.

"At least now I don't need clothes," Derrik said and Sara chuckled.

"You always were something of a nudist."

"Well, everything is covered," he replied."

"Really?" Sara said with an evil grin and her hand sneaked towards Derriks crotch and placed itself over his hidden member.

She applied some pressure and the pouch opened, letting the fully erect member springing forwards into her waiting hand. She slowly stroked over it.

Derrik moaned a bit at the soft touched of his wife.

"So the plug wasn't the only addition..."

Sara just grinned at her husband.