It was laughably odd. The convention was over and I was already back home and settled down. Things were all washed and put away, ready for the next convention. So when a large box turned up and the contents were a thick black trash bag with a blue pile of fur inside and a note which read:

Hey, I saw you leaving your room at the con and stepped inside to see if you left anything behind, as the door was still open. Lo and behold I found a suit you had left behind. I went to the front desk, asked for your address and sent it back to you.
She looks fun to wear! Wish I had a suit this nice.

From ~Anonymouse
*Squeaks*

It had to be some sort of a mistake. He had all of his suits, none were missing. Still, it was a new suit and after wearing it for a few hours he could post pics on the web to find the real owner. Not the first time someone took a suit home that wasn't theirs, on accident surely.

He moved the box to the bedroom and dumped the contents of the bag on the mattress. Once the suit was face up and spread out, he knew that it was definitely not one of his.

This was a deer, a doe at that. There was only one piece to it, the head hand hooves and feet all sewn onto the body. The blue tones across the entire body were soothing, a cool blue deer. However the excessive padding at the hips and chest were an dead giveaway that this was a female suit made for a male.

Eh, she would be fun to wear for a while. He stripped off all of his clothes and was ready to put on a spandex bodysuit when he looked into the rear opening and saw that the suit itself was lined with silky smooth spandex already.

Sitting on the bed naked he pulled the suit over to him. Damn it was heavy. For some odd reason the 1/2 inch fur and spandex lining felt as if the suit was made from longer fur, a mountain of foam and had a built in cooling system inside it. Either way he opened the back and slipped a leg down inside.

It was probably the cool weather from outside, but the inside was a nice cold welcome. His legs slipped inside the glassy smooth spandex and found it's home inside the hoof. A pleasurable shiver ran down his spine, it was a nice suit.

Soon both legs were inside the suit and he stood up to pull the suit over his waist. He slipped a hand down a sleeve and into the hoof on the end of the arm. He frowned a bit as he realized that it was heavily padded and would offer no help with the zipper in the rear. But this was not an impossible hurdle to overcome, alot of his suit were a pain to get into.

He had a quick fix for that. A pulley attached to the roof with a rope, the rope had many large knots tied into it. He could attach a magnet to the zipper and the one on the rope would latch onto it. This way he could pull down on the rope in the pulley and then it would zip the suit up.

He used the one free hand he had left and put the head on. It fit perfectly. Soon his other arm disappeared into the hoof and had the suit zipped up.

Perhaps it was the spandex easing his entry, but the suit seemed tighter now. The fur and spandex clung to his body like a glove. Walking over to the mirror confirmed this, as the only parts that weren't form fitting were the hand hooves, feet hooves and the head. The breasts even looked natural with the wide hips to compliment them.

A grin passed over his face under the deer head. Female or not, he did like this. Running the thick hand hooves over his hourglass shape and cupping his breasts, all watching himself in front of the mirror. He walked away from it, swaying his hips side to side, trying to portray that he wanted to look as good as he felt.

He laid down onto the bed and just swam in the feelings that washed over him. He began to rub his body with the hooves, enjoying the tight sensation of the suit over his body. The suit was still rather cool, not heating up at all. Every hoof stroke brought a pleasurable sensation as if it were a massage. Soon he was overwhelmed with a fatigue and slipped off into sleep.

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Sometime later he awoke. Sleeping in a fursuit made for a strange first few seconds. your body got used to the sensation of wearing the suit and all it's oddities, waking up lead to a wondrous feeling of being the character you were wearing.

But as he stood up to walk around the house for a few minutes, stretch his legs, that feeling didn't leave him. The nap revitalized him, he felt different, taller and more flexible. He swung his arms left and right to stretch his back, but just felt the odd wrinkle of the suit across his back, the usual pop was gone.

He sat down on the couch, but noticed that he didn't sink in as much anymore, he was lighter. As a hoof reached for the back of the suit he felt two odd things. The first was that there was no zipper pull there anymore, the other was the ease of his arm bending back, as if there were no resistance.

In a bit of shock he bent over to get up and found himself folded in half on the floor, the muzzle of the suit resting on his left leg. Something was definitely amiss. His legs were odd as well, the calf muscle and shin had retracted, becoming shorter while his foot had come longer in the suit.

He stood up and went back to the bedroom, cursing his plush hooved hands as they struggled to open the door. His hands felt limp, the fabric crunching up as he exerted effort on the knob. Eventually it opened.

Inside the bedroom he found a zipper, the one he had used to get into the suit, along with the magnet on the pull. A chill made it's way through his body as he moved over to the mirror. There was a small tag on his left thigh, he bent over and due to his new ultra flexibility, was able to get close and read it:

Plush TF Suit:
Blula Deer

Fuck, he fell asleep in the damned thing. That was usually the activator. If he still had a heart or lungs, they would be ready to burst from his chest. He knew about these suit, a binding seal was used inside the suit, probably was why it had spandex lining, to hide it.

They would bind one's mind and soul to the suit, and then any physical matter that was not part of the suit would be turned into the filling to keep the form of the suit. He had complete control, but this was a massive game change for him. Everything would have to change now, and all his suits would have to be remade to fit over his new form, this Blula Deer.

He retained his senses, touch, hearing, smell and sight, but lost all manner to speak. This was reversible, but only by the creator. Possibly the one that had sent him the suit in the first place, and maybe they wouldn't change him back...

A though entered his mind and a hoof shot down to between his legs. He couldn't breathe a sigh of relief, but his chest still made the movements. He felt a blessing and a curse, his curvacious deer rear end was just fur, as well as his front. The suit had no holes in it.

At the very least he didn't have to take care of bodily functions anymore. He could also get one of those eyesore over sized keyboards to work on. Still things would be odd from here on out... He was now Blula the Deer, helpless and snuggly. Oh, his girlfriend was going to love him.