Little Bitch
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Eric sighed as he pushed open the door to the tiny boutique. He had been to every costume shop and Halloween supply store within fifty miles of his house, and still hadn’t found the NaughtyKat costume that his daughter had demanded for Halloween. This… was not a costume shop, or a Halloween supply store. He walked past several aisles of lingerie and sex toys, blushing at the thought of coming into an erotic boutique not for his wife, but for his ten-year-old daughter.
The woman behind the counter smiled at him warmly and said, “Welcome to Lover’s Mystique, can I help you find anything special today?”
Eric scratched his cheek, still blushing, “God, I hope so. Do you have costumes?”
The woman giggled softly, “Of course we do. Everything from French maids to nurses.”
He frowned, “Do you… happen to have a NaughtyKat costume?”
The woman blinked, and then leaned her elbows on the counter, lacing her fingers before leaning forward to rest her chin on them, “That… is a costume for children, sir. Though to be honest, we did get a few knock-offs in adult sizes. They are all sold out now though.”
Eric groaned, “That figures. Stacey is going to be furious.”
The woman smiled, “Wife, mistress, or daughter?”
Eric gave her a distasteful look, “Daughter. She’s a fan of the show, and absolutely adamant that she go to the Halloween party in a NaughtyKat costume.”
The woman nodded, standing up straight, “How old is your daughter, sir?”
“Ten.” Eric replied curtly.
“Well...” the woman said in a contemplative tone, “...we don’t have much that would fit a ten year old girl, but I might have a naughty puppy costume that would work.”
Eric frowned, “You don’t know my daughter, she screamed bloody murder for a month when I got her the wrong color iPhone.”
The woman frowned, “Why does a ten-year-old girl need a iPhone?”
Eric sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Please, I do not want advice on how to raise my kid from someone who works in a sex shop.”
The woman’s frown turned tight lipped for a moment, and then she sighed, “Look, trust me on this. If you can get her to try on the puppy costume that I’m thinking of, she won’t complain once she is wearing it. It’s a guarantee.”
Stacey… was furious.
The plastic costume bag had a picture of an adult woman wearing shoulder length black latex gloves that ended in tan paws, thigh-high black latex boots that ended in tan booties, a headband with pointy black ears with tan insides, a black sports bra with a tan front, a black thong panty with a tan front, with a tail hanging from the back, and a broad leather collar with a silver bone shaped tag that had ‘Little Bitch’ embossed on it in hot pink.
She looked at the bag, and then at her father, “Is… this… a… joke?” she asked, her voice dripping with angry venom. “This is NOT a NaughtyKat costume! Dad, you fucking idiot, this isn’t even a CAT COSTUME!”
Eric groaned, “Stacey, I tried. There isn’t a single NaughtyKat costume within fifty miles, and if we order it on the internet, it won’t get here in time. This was the best I could do… look, the lady at the store guaranteed that if you try it on, you won’t want the other costume. Can you at least try it on?”
Stacey tore the costume bag from her father’s hands, screaming, “Why do you always ruin my life! You’re fucking worthless!” she then stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door.
She threw the costume onto the bed and screamed into her pillow in frustration. Her father was always like that, always screwing up or getting the wrong thing. It was like he wanted her to be an outcast! She rolled onto her side on the bed and threw her pillow at the door, “Fucking asshole!” she shouted.
She looked down at the costume bag and groaned. The costume party was that night. It wasn’t like she could go without a costume. She grit her teeth and tore the bag open, splaying the contents out on the bed.
The latex was thin enough to be very flexible and pliant, but it was all clearly made for an adult woman, not a girl her age. She pulled one of the gloves onto her arm experimentally and rolled her eyes at how loose it was, baggy and wrinkly and long enough to reach her armpit.
Stacey rolled her eyes, “Way to go dad, can’t even get the fucking size right.” then she felt something slither on her arm, causing her to gasp as she looked back at the costume piece. The latex, where it touched her skin, was shrinking. The heat of her body making the glove contract, and as more contracting latex touched her skin, the process sped up further, until within just a few moments the latex hugged her arm like a second skin.
“Fuck!” Stacey gasped, ripping at the costume glove to get it off, dropping it on the bed, only to watch as it relaxed and loosened again. “What the hell…” she rubbed her arm, which tingled oddly, sending a shiver down her spine.
The costume resized itself?
Stacey looked down at her arm, and then down at the glove again. “Well… wouldn’t hurt… to see what it looks like all the way on, right?”
She stood up and pulled off her t-shirt. Her chest was still flat, so she wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t go in for spray or natural tanning, but she wasn’t one of those girls who was pasty white either. Her skin had a faint Mediterranean olive complexion, her nipples a ruddy tan hue.
She grabbed the sports bra style top and pulled it over her head, wiggling the loose latex into place, and watching as it contracted, shrinking to fit her skin perfectly. She blushed as it even outlined her nipples in relief. You couldn’t see them in the dark, but the latex cast reflections where the light hit it, making it very clear where they were under the plastic fabric.
Stacey swallowed nervously, “No way I could go out wearing this…” then she glanced at the thong panty with the tail. It had a button on the inside, a bulge of plastic that held the tail to the costume. It wasn’t up on the waistband of the panty like she expected either, it was down in the middle of the thong.
She groaned as she opened the snap on her designer jeans, pushing them and her panties down and off her coltish legs. She still had narrow, boyish hips, but her waist had tapered somewhat with the onset of puberty, making her femininity clear. Her pussy though, was still a tight slit, devoid of any hair.
She stepped into the panty and pulled it up, shivering as it started to shrink. The costume pulled that button firmly against her butthole, the shrinking latex giving her a definite wedgie, and worse, clinging so tight in the front that it gave her a very visible cameltoe. She blushed scarlet, “Ugh, what pervert designed this…”
Still… in for a penny, in for a pound.
Still blushing, Stacey pulled on the first boot, wiggling her toes as she felt the thing shrink and hug her leg. She squirmed a little as it pulled tight enough to compress her toes together, and felt a solid panel in the sole force her foot into an arch. It was like the thigh-high booty was designed for a high heel, but there was no heel. “Great, I’ll have to wear shoes with this…” she stood on the ball of her foot, her heel raised four inches off the ground and blinked, was she really considering going outside in this? Going to a party in it?
She sat down on the bed to pull the second booty up her leg, feeling it tighten around her flesh as well. She blushed as she stood and looked at how the booties changed the shape of her legs, the raised heels forcing a more… adult look to her body.
She grabbed the collar next, the bulky leather thing feeling less like a costume piece and more like a real collar. She sighed as she wrapped it around her neck, buckling it as tight as it would go, though at the tightest notch, it still hung slightly loose around her neck. The tag jingled on its leash ring, making her very aware of the vulgar thing. She reached for the headband next, slipping it in place. It had comb teeth at the tips of the band, which she tucked backwards into her hair to keep the headband in place.
All that left was the gloves. She looked at the paw-style hands, remembering how when she had put the glove on earlier it had curled her hand into a fist as it shrunk, removing any manual dexterity.
She knew that once she got the gloves on, she wouldn’t be able to get them off without help. Stacey bit her lip as she looked down at the last two items on the bed. She didn’t even understand why she was considering putting them on. She just kept thinking that it wasn’t complete… and she had already come that far.
She blushed deep, kneeling in front of her bed as she straightened out both gloves. They were loose enough that she could slide her arms right into them… so she did.
The gloves slithered and tightened, pulling her hands into fists and hugging tight to the skin of her arms. As they finished shrinking, Stacey’s vision blurred as shudder after shudder of pleasure burst through her body like fireworks, dropping her all the way to the floor as she clutched at her crotch with the paw gloves uselessly.
It left her feeling sweaty and spent, She rolled to her back, groaning as she closed her eyes, feeling bliss spread through every tense muscle in her body. Did she just cum? Did she really have an orgasm just from putting on a costume?
Her mouth fell slack and her tongue lolled out the side as she sighed happily.
She was vaguely aware of a throbbing ache and fullness in her ass, feeling as though she were stretched open wide down there, but it was such an alien sensation that she didn’t know how to process it in her pleasure addled state.
After a few minutes spent catching her breath, Stacey tried to stand up, putting her hands-paws on the bed to help her balance. She wobbled unsteadily on those forced arches, feeling a wave of vertigo as she tried to stand up straight.
She opened her mouth-muzzle to call out, ‘Dad… help!’ but all that came out was a pathetic sounding canine bark. Her eyes shot open wide and her paws clasped over her muzzle. She tried to talk again, but again all that came out was a series of barks, whines and growls.
She pushed away from the bed with her paws, trying to walk on her feet-hind legs, only to crash to the floor near the closed bedroom door. She yelped as she hit the floor, and crawled over to the door, knocking-scratching at it with her paw, trying to get her dad’s-master’s attention.
Her master opened the door, looking down at her with concern, and she managed a humiliated little barking whine. She shifted to all fours as he tugged at the parts of the costume, but nothing budged, it felt to Stacey as if he were tugging on parts of her, instead of parts of a costume.
Still, she endured, she was Master’s daughter-puppy and he was in charge.
Eric blushed as he led his daughter down the sidewalk on a leash, watching as she sniffed at different patches of grass, trunks of trees, and hydrants. She always took so long trying to decide where to pee. People passed casually, but he had learned from experience that all they saw was him walking a Doberman. Even his wife forgot about Stacey being human and saw her as just a dog. It was as if only Eric knew or remembered.
He watched her turn in a circle before squatting with her legs spread. That panty, it turned out, more than fit like a glove. It was little more than latex paint by this point, and as she spread her legs, he could see her pussy in clear glossy relief as she started to relieve herself in the grass. At least the plug in her butt kept her from needing to poop. He had worried about that at first, but it had been almost a year since she had put on the costume, and she clearly wasn’t suffering for it.
He had tried to take her back to the shop that had sold him the costume, but they weren’t there. The place was just a bakery, and the owner claimed that he had been renting that space for years. He had taken his daughter to a doctor, but was told to take her to a vet, and the vet just asked if he wanted his puppy spayed, which he had refused and left after some unkind words.
Eric winced as Goliath leaped over the neighbor’s fence, the big husky shoving his nose into his daughter’s ass from behind as she finished peeing.
Stacey arched her back and left her legs spread, panting happily.
Eric hated watching this happen. It didn’t matter how often he complained to Goliath’s owners, or any of the other dog owners in the neighborhood. They all seemed to manage to find a way to get at his daughter. He had tried to fight it at first, smacking dogs away or using the hose, but the result was often him being bit, and Stacey clearly enjoyed the attention.
The big gray-white dog lept onto his daughter’s back and started thrusting away, jabbing at her ass and thighs before his canine cock found what it was looking for, spearing into the tweenage girl.
Stacey yelped and let out a sound that he could only interpret as a moan as the dog started to hammer at her hind-end with his member. Eric blushed and frowned tight lipped as he watched his daughter being violated once again by the quite virile canine brute. It only lasted a matter of minutes, and then Goliath hopped off her back, panting as he turned ass to ass with the girl, still held tight to her by his thick knot.
Erik frowned, “Stupid dog…” he knew he would have to wait fifteen to thirty minutes for Goliath’s knot to deflate enough for the pair to separate. Fifteen to thirty minutes that he would have to spend, standing there on the street with passersby watching.
He grit his teeth as he reached down to adjust himself in his pants. He really hated how turned on this always left him. Still, his wife didn’t complain. He would ravish her tonight, as he had every time he had watched his daughter getting bitched by a dog. His wife would scream in pleasure as he took out his frustration and shameful arousal on her.
He hated that he felt jealous of Goliath.
Fin
