So uncle would make her the costume.  She wanted it tight with mittens.  The first few times she tried it on, it fit marvelously, but it just wasn't right.  She tried the last one on and got on her knees.

She put her hands out in front of her and stretched her fingers.  "See, it's still too loose, uncle."  She had zipped up the front of the footsie costume and it hung down.  The sleeves and leggings puffed out a little bit.  "Can you put the zipper in the back?"

She unzipped the costume and worked it down a little.  Then she reached back and put her right hand on her ankle.  She then pushed her knee into the legging and zipped it back up.  "Maybe I don't need so much room for my legs either."

"Fine, kiddo," he said.  He wanted to make her the perfect costume.  "Why don't you do that with your other leg and let me measure you so I can get it tighter?"  She did, flashing him side boob.  She was just beginning to fill out.  As he measured her inner thigh he thought it was a shame she was his niece.  A few more years and this doe would be jaw drop pretty.

He made exacting numbers, wouldn't want her to complain it was too loose.  As it was, he would have to use most of the costume she was in now.  He wrapped the tape around her waist and she giggled and squirmed.  She lifted her neck and chirred at him, "That tickles."

"Oh, well just a few more numbers.  Then you'll have to go change so I can use this as a starting piece."  She okayed him and put her head down.  "Why don't you lift your head a moment?"

She lifted her head and he measured her neck.  Then he measured from her neck to her tail.  Then her tail to her tail.  He then moved to her pits and thighs.

The tedious part was done when he measured her front paws.  Then he crouched as he went to the bathroom.  His familiarization with her body had turned him on more than he thought he should.  There was a small knock at the door while he was sitting with his hand pushing himself into the plaster.

She told him she was stuck and he muttered, "so am I," before answering, "just a moment hun."  He blasted the porcelain and breathed, thinking of cold and unattractive things.  Soon enough he had his shaft under control.  Then he let her into the bathroom.  He was grateful that she could only see the ground as she crawled in.

She lifted her arm and he grabbed the sleeve.  When she freed that arm, she changed her balance and he helped her pull off the other sleeve.  Her hind talons had dug into the material.  She asked him to roll it down over her ass and she stepped out, putting an arm across her chest.  She kissed his cheek and he watched her walk out of the bathroom.

He splashed his face in the sink and stared at the ceiling on the toilet.  He closed his eyes and breathed slowly.  His eyes showed him her tight rear in her little chartreuse panties.  A couple of soft whacks with the palm of his hand on the side of his head and he cleared his mind.

He threw the costume into the wash and then drew up some blueprints for the new costume.  After the dryer, he started with the cutting.  First a hole down the back for the new zipper.  Then a hole for her tail.  Then he cut up the legs and put the feet outside the rump.

He slipped, breaking the last zipper he had, as he was ripping it from the front of the costume.  He sighed and threw it away as he finished extracting it.  Then he closed the front with a new piece of white cloth.  The new piece of cloth stopped just below the waist and he palmed the nethers section in his left hand a moment.

His right paw went to his tenting shaft and then he slapped himself again. This time he didn't chase away the thought.  After all, he had measured her nethers quite well.  She had even squirmed when his hand slipped, accidentally the first time, and maybe the second, of course.  That was a good swath of fabric she didn't need to have, right?

Then he focused on the gloves.  They soon became mittens.  After all she would need help while in the costume, why bother with finger pockets.  Well, more than 3, anyway.  It made a good count for the toes on her paws.  Then he hemmed all the openings and put a band under the hole for her tail.

It was done, with plenty of time to spare.  Maybe he should let her try it on before school.  His tip pressured against his pants and he decided to take care of something else.  After a stroke, he napped, and she woke him ready for school.

He sent her out of the room and buckled his robe.  After a run to the bathroom, he drove her to school and came home.  He stretched out her costume and made sure the seams were strong.  Then he worked aluminum piping with restrainer threads around the belly of the costume.  Then he built up the collar and the cuff around her tail.
  
He piped the collar and tail cuff.  He stuffed clothes and towels in to make it stand by itself.  Then he laced it shut and pinned a flap over the lace.  As he put this finishing touch on, he set one on the inside of the opening.  Then he tacked a strip of  matching cloth over the opening of her nethers.

He sat back and sighed as he fished the clothes out of the legs and arms.  All this work for part of a day.  Some of that after dark when she wouldn't be really visible.  He turned it over and lifted it so that it passed between him and the clock.

He folded it up and placed it on her bed.  Then he went to the school and picked her up.  She hurried to her room and dropped her bags on the floor.  He told her to shower first as she danced out of her shirt.  She eeped and pulled the costume to her chest as she faced him in the door.

She thanked him as she went past, keeping the costume against her chest.  When he heard her get into the shower, he slipped in and took her discarded clothing.  She would have nothing but the costume to put on.  He laid the hair dryer and the thin wired brush out for her.

She thumped around a moment then yelled for him.  She had gotten one leg in and was stuck in the middle of her other.  She had the towel stuck in the leg with her and guarded it when he tried to pull it out.  Then he held her costume and let her pull the towel out.  He started to help her out of the costume and she said no.

She squirmed and bumped into his thigh as she got her other leg in.  Then he knelt over her as she fought to put her left hand into the sleeve.  When her hand wouldn't fit she started whining.  He whispered close to her ear that she only had to close her fingers into the pockets.  Her nose bumped his chin and he found he needed to squirm.

She feed her right arm in and he helped her feed her tail into the tail collar.  She turned her head a little and tried to pull the collar from her neck.  He asked her if she was ready for him to close the costume.  She said ok and he started lacing it up.  The inside flapped pulled up to the inside eyelets and top flap pulled tight on the outside eyelets.  She gasped when he got to the sixth set and he asked her if she wanted to stay home instead.

She shook her head and straightened her back.  She squirmed slightly as he got to the middle of her shoulders.  Then she complained when the collar started digging into her neck.  She could breath so she was ok and he could finish closing it.  He got the suit closed and she grunted.

"What's the matter pup?" he asked.  She turned her head away and mumbled.  He knelt beside her and turned her chin to him.  "What was that?"

"I have to take it off so I can go potty now."  He chuckled and brushed her nose.  He told her okay and sat behind her.  She sat back and he rolled her onto her left side.

"Look, I made it so you don't have to take the whole thing off."  He held her right leg up and pulled a pin from the tacked cloth.   She put her right mitted paw down and exclaimed.  He pulled a few more pins out then firmly held her paws together to take the last three out.

"Don't look," she whined and pinched her legs together.  He pulled her knee up and extracted his arm.  He pet her ears and made her stand up.  "But how do I get on the toilet?" she whined, turning her rump away from him.

"Dogs potty outside.  If you potty on the floor, we're not going out for candy."  She whined and okayed.  He opened the bathroom door and waved her out.  He followed and lead her to the back yard and out into the yard.

"I'll pee all over the costume this way," she grunted.  He lead her away from the porch and gently put a hand on the middle of her back.  Then he spread her knees and guided her ass back.  Then he lifted her chin and put his nose to hers.

"Try it," he whispered.  "I pee outside all the time.  Especially when you're hogging the bath room."  She whined and squirmed back.  "Ok, I'll go inside so you can go potty.  Knock when you're ready to come back in."

He saw her look at him and squirm.  She said something and he nodded.  She worked her way over to the tree and put it between her and the house.  Her rump was still visible from the house as she went.

He met her at the door and let her in.  Then he made her sit on the tile while he brushed her hair.  He braided it into pig tails behind her ears.  Then he pinned her with his feet over her shoulders and between her legs under the dining chair.  He cut off the pig tails then trimmed her hair to match her fur.  When she complained he explained it was only hair and would grow back.

Then he worked a closed chain down over her head.  He put two little tags on the chain and pulled out a leash.  He clipped it to the sliding end and lead her forward.  She followed him to the front door and stopped.

"Aren't you going to put that piece back on?"  she whined.  "It's ok for you to look while you're putting it on."

"No one can see your nethers while you're standing that way."  He knelt down before her and choked her.  "Can you take the costume off?"  She shook her head and gargled as she tried to grab the collar.  "Then you'll just have to go for a walk on a leash."

She burped when he let the collar loosen and whined.  He rubbed her nose and called her good dog.  Then he opened the screen and tugged the leash.  She crawled out and he closed the door behind them.

He started walking without waiting for her.  The collar went taught as she struggled to keep up.  They went to the left and up to the three steps in front of her neighbor's door.  He made her sit on her ass and put her hands in front of her shoulders.

He knocked for her and she squirmed her knees closer together.  The neighbor smiled at her entreaty and gave her a candy by placing it on her nose.  Then he told her ok she could take it.  She managed to snap at the tip and knock it to the ground.  The neighbor then picked it up and put one edge in her mouth.

The neighbor didn't wait for her to leave, so didn't see her naked nethers as she curled and put the treat in her pumpkin.  Her uncle then made her pick it up by the handle and walked slower.  They knocked on three more doors with only one more answer.  The man watched her put the candy away and turn.  He noticed her second smile and lifted a brow as he closed the door.

Her uncle lead her to the next block and stopped at the bottom of the porch.  This time he choked her and whispered, "dogs bark, or they don't get any treats," in her ear.  Then he led her up with one hand and pulled the leash back.  The woman also closed the door too quickly to be mooned.

Three of the remaining houses on this block weren't in.  He lead her twelve blocks down one side then doubled back on the next street.  When the bucket got full, he dumped it into her bag.  By the time they got to behind his house, other kids were crowding the street.

The ghosts hid her nethers as they walked behind her.  Some of the kids even stroked her ears.  As they started back on the other side of the road, she found she needed to pee.  He made her wait for the first home that was out and go in the middle of the walk.

The next home saw her coming up the walk and had an actual dog biscuit and a bowl of water waiting.   When they opened the door, they put the bowl down for her.  She lapped at it for a bit then begged and barked.  The man put the biscuit in her mouth and pet her ears.

She dropped the biscuit and whined that she wasn't a real dog.  The man smiled and told her to wait a second.  When he returned, he offered her a full sized chocolate bar.  She said thank you and opened her mouth.

He put a rawhide bone in it and pulled a rope around her head.  He looped it around the bone then under her chin and over her nose.  He tied it off to the bone and pet her ears.  Then he told her if she pottied on his walk, he would rub her nose in it.

Her uncle hung her bucket over her muzzle and caught the handle on the bone.  The man then dug out his phone and took a video.  She hurried along behind her uncle, leaving her nethers visible.  The man then made a phone call.
Three more houses called her a pretty puppy and just dropped her candy into the bucket.  Then a woman put a handful of dog biscuits in her bucket.  Two more candies and one more biscuit before they got to the end of the culdesac.  Then they turned left and back to across their street.

He started her up the walk of the corner house and she whined.  She pulled toward the house, she hoped, and he smiled.  He knelt down and pet her head and told her she was going to finish.  Then he choked her and lead her up to the house.

She whined at the man that opened the door.  He asked her if she knew any doggy tricks and she nodded.  He told her to do each of the ones she knew and he would give her a twenty.  She whined but nodded.

The next man down did the same, but took his phone out and asked if it was ok to record her.  Finally, they got four blocks from the house.  The old woman took the bone muzzle gag off her and put it in the bucket.  Then she slipped a vinyl strap and metal cage muzzle over the doe's muzzle and fit it in place.

The woman also gave her a few more biscuits and pet her ears.  The last three blocks gave her candy or biscuits.  Then, finally they were at her uncle's house.  He lead her into the back yard and took the leash off.

She followed him to the porch and he asked her if she was thirsty and she said yes.  He closed the back door, leaving her outside.  He returned with a bowl of water and a bowl of cereal.  The long crawl had made her really hungry so she plunged her face into each in turn, stopping only to breath and swallow.

She hadn't realized he had left her alone outside.  She knocked on the door and he came out with the rawhide bone in hand.  She looked at him and shook her head.  He stepped out and closed the door.

She turned toward the yard but her shortened legs made fast motion impossible.  He caught her quickly and held her jaw.  Then he secured the rawhide bone as the man who had given it to her did.  Then he lead her by her collar to the shed.

He found a long chain and a couple of locks.  One held the door closed, the other held her collar to the chain.  He lead her that far from the shed then pet her ears.  He wished her happy new year and good night.  Then he left her there.