A day in a costume hiding a hard-on

You sat in the passenger seat of Janice's car as she drove. Some oddly familiar-sounding Japanese rock and pop songs played over her radio as she bobbed her head in time with the music. A nervous feeling was running through you; she had just picked you up fairly casually, and now the two of you were driving on the freeway. This was your first time on the freeway in almost a half a year, and you were going to this strange event with Janice, drawing ever nearer to where you would meet Janice's friend for the first time as Jamie was trying to mess with your head.

(Jamie, I am not messing with our head. Like I keep saying, Janice is not under my influence in any way... That I know of... She genuinely wants to interact with us and likely wants to perform sex with us. Why not bring her into our circle? If she wants to be your mate, why deny her?)

You fake stifling a yawn as you frown and mentally respond to your mental invader. 'Because you'd then be stealing the rest of her future from her, and I'd end up taking her freedom. You know just as well as I do, how she wants these events to be casual. She'd probably never be able to attend one of these again.'

(Now you're just being ridiculous. You know as well as I do that she doesn't do these for sex. Sex just happens to be one of the things she can do here.)

You need to distract yourself from Jamie before she leaves you more worked up, already trying to subtly arouse your dick, thinking you wouldn't notice. You look over to Janice as she drives, signing along with one of her songs, and you feel yourself staring at her face, absorbing each detail. Her straight, long hair and even the glasses on her face seemed to just accentuate her beauty. You were certain she didn't look like this to you before, and she hasn't even applied her makeup for her costume, at least according to her.

"S-so Janice. What are we actually going to be doing today?" You ask, trying to imagine whatever painful or dull things might happen.

Janice seemed to light up at the question. "Ok, first we're meeting Patty at the hotel to set up our room and to get you lathered up in antiperspirants and body spray, then we'll finish our costumes and make our way into the convention and see where things go from there." As she spoke, Janice reached over and gave your 'pec' a squeeze, and you fought back a moan as Jamie's work, to secretly transform you into an alien sex machine intent on infecting and destroying humanity through ****, left your future breasts sensitive, wanting to activate mammary glans that weren't yet developed.

After that you rode on in silence until you reached your destination, the sights along your path that would be wonders to your untraveled self barely cutting through your mounting dread. But at the hotel, a valet was waiting to take Janice's car while another unloaded her and your bags, all as Janice treated the unique and strange sight as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Instead she squealed as she got out of the car, rushing to another squealing woman.

'This must be Patty.' You thought to yourself as Janice scrambled to her friend. She was a woman with a brown complexion and wavy black hair and bright green eyes. Her costume also matches Janice's but has more otter-like features and was complete, creating the illusion of someone that was both a human woman and an animal all at once. And if you had any doubt that this was Patty, when she and Janice met, their lips immediately followed, embracing much like the two women, fully and passionately, for several long seconds. (Hot, I believe there is a thing called a harem. SHE knows you already have two; why not add them? Let them live their fantasy forever?)

'Because Janice wants her fantasy and reality separate. Maybe learn to listen to you... **** brain bug.' You smile politely, walking up to the pair while Janice leads Party to you, both women smiling brightly.

"Patty, this is James. James, Patty!" As Janice spoke Patty locked her lips looking you up and down.

"Nah girl, this is Nekorama-Sama, and per canon I claim first ride." Patty spoke with an aroused husky in her voice while Janice blushed.

"Coworker, Patty, Co-work-er."

At that, Patty turned and looked at Janice with shock. "Seriously? As in, same job, coworker? I thought he was just someone you occasionally did taxes for or some shit? Nekorama-Sama's best bitch, don't tell me you're in heat. I thought I was doomed to break our pact first, but you beat me to it in a big way. Don't tell me he's put a ring on you too."

Janice held up her ringless fingers before morphing them into the single-finger salute while frowning in good nature at her friend. "Girl, you're out in bumfuck nowhere. There are other places they put their brands and rings out in nowhere, and I'm checking every inch tonight. But still, since I was about to technically break our pact, it's all good."

You raise an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" (We should totally brand Juliette and Ashley; I bet Ashley will squirt when you do it too.)

Patty turns to you. "Oh, sorry. Well, as Janice here said, my name is Patty. Our Inumimi's bestie. But as I was saying, we had a pact to keep our Con-lives and real lives separate, but that might be a little harder since my job is having me relocate to Whitehall Falls, and weirdly enough, it's because of my hobbies in addition to my work."

"What the hell do some pencil pushers in the state capitol want with Whitehill?" Janice asked as you all entered the elevator going up to your rooms.

"I work for the federal government, not at the state level. You know that meteor shower that happened way back? Well, what all the space agencies claim and what actually happened aren't quite the same, and whatever these space rocks are has NASA and all the space rock nerds horrified." You felt a sense of unease hearing this. (Nah, we know what they mean, don't we? But we can ease their fears, and you know what I mean.)

"Wait, what? Patty, what are you—" Patty cut off Janice with a kiss.

"Let me crash at your place; I really don't want to stay at a government-provided house!" The other woman begged.

"Patty what are you saying? What's going on?" Janice asked.

"I'm a government intelligence asset. And the meteors were quite literally invisible to everything we have, even visual scanning, until about a day before they hit our atmosphere. That has my whole community up in a panic. What if there's some special property of these meteors? What if our enemies use them to make invisible missiles? What if there's a giant invisible meteor heading towards Earth right this second?"

Patty then sighed. "What if it was a fluke and NASA is full of overpaid layabouts who spend more time theorizing on why they shouldn't ever be made to actually do anything rather than working on all the small advancements that would actually get us to the Star Trek future our parents obsessed over?"

At this you chuckled. (See, no issues there, but the offer still stands.) "Your parents maybe; mine were Star Wars fans. Movies waste less time."

At that, Janice and Patty laughed before leading you to the room and getting the rest of your day going. It was sort of painful in a way. Patty and Janice insisted on aiding you in every step, running their hands over you and giving you sensual squeezes as they applied makeup you had never heard of before, what you were sure was just straight-up paint, and far too much of a weird cardboard substance as well as actual clothing and fake fur. This all was delayed by a long debate between the pair about removing your underwear and if you would be kicked out if you were only wearing a loincloth or not... Thankfully, the loincloth was chosen to remain only a part of your undergarments rather than becoming the sole item, leaving your own love tunnel still hidden.

Though the way Janice and Patty were eyeing your crotch and wagging their butts and fake tails at you... as well as an accidental pussy reveal (it wasn't; it was an invitation, and you failed; I am disappointed, James.) Your dick was certainly hard and far too noticeable. And now fully in character as the grey and brown-furred Inumimi, Janice was a lot more... Open about what she wanted than she was before. "Oh, Nekorama-Sama, Daisuke Daisuki!"

(What? What did she say... Wait, why am I asking you? You don't know either.) You watched as Janice dropped to her knees and started sniffing your crotch. "I can relieve it for you." She stated, hand already groping and trying to pull your dick out.

"Inumimi!" Patty gasped before shoving Janice to the ground. "nikui inu, kakushitsu no meinu!"

Janice laughed on the ground. "What?"

"Down you horny bitch! He might not be ready yet; besides, you don't want to have to redo his make-up, so we?" As Patty spoke, she licked your cheek while looking down at Janice, her hand grabbing your dick through your loincloth and boxers. "Besides, you want me first, right, Nekorama-Sama?"

"Asaka-Hime! Grrrr, ruff ruff!" Janice began barking at her friend. Before crawling over and pressing her costume-enhanced breasts against your leg.

(Take them! They're trying to claim you for themselves. Let them go wild! This is so what we are missing in our lives!) You grunt in frustration, pulling off the two women. You desperately want them; you can't deny that the sensation has you almost losing yourself, but despite the attitude, these women are still pure and uninfected. You can't risk infecting them even though every part of yourself, not just Jamie's infection and twisting of your body, is craving the touch of these two seductresses. While you pull away, Janice groans in loss, and Patty first frowns, then smirks.

"Can we, umm, just go to the event already?" (Coward.) As you ask, the pair smile at you apologetically.

"Sorry, I got into character and... a little worked up. I shouldn't have done that." Janice apologizes, but Party just smirks.

"We'll save the fun stuff for later, lover boy." And with that, your first experience cosplaying at one of these conventions began. You walked about checking out stalls filled with various toys, figurines, and other merchandise. Patty and Janice both made you sit through something called panels where people spoke about acting or showed short animations while others cheered too loudly or watched on like they were worshipping these people you had never seen or heard of before.

Others asked you about your costume, but fortunately Patty and Janice were there to jump in, giving answers that were so detailed and strange it was like listening to that nun from the abbey teaching a philosophy class and dissecting a book by a philosopher like a religious text. Still, the experience was fun, despite the number of girls who groped you at one point or another... Or the number of times Janice and Patty pretended it was some other woman who felt up your dick, which had refused to go down through the entire event, and when you thought about it all, all you heard in your head during the event was,(Your welcome). And your eyes would, against your will, drift to some sexual drawing or particularly attractive cosplayer as the ever-persistent invader in your mind would ask, (you think his dick would cause us to black out? Is the thing about Black dicks real or not? Are those boobs real? Should we try to make them bigger?)

It was near **** dealing with Jamie in your head until you could make your way over to what had to be the ugliest alien cosplay in the convention. This was an honest relief; Janice and Patty were distracted and not trying to sneakily make you cum in the middle of the convention, and this cosplay was so ugly you could actually calm down a bit. A massive, dirty tub of lard, too fat to be real, but with a woman pulling off an exceptionally good hologram cosplay and two guys in generic, faceless space soldier getups standing next to it. "Wow, nice cosplay! How did you two do it? My friends practically live this stuff from what I can tell, and they're not nearly as interesting-looking as this." You ask in a friendly manner while the guy in the fat suit looks to the hologram girl and grunts.

She smiles at you. "Well, the hologram isn't a cosplay; it's real. I'm just a girl on a... In a car nearby, acting everything out for the hologram, my friends here have the cameras so I can see what's going on."

"Wow. My friend Chad might find that cool and would probably ask for specifics. He rarely leaves his house, let alone our town. If he could livestream a hologram of himself to one of these things, I'm almost certain he would." You respond to the woman's amazing commitment to cosplay.

"Yes, my friend is cosplaying an alien space doctor. He's looking for an escaped experiment. We were... Going to film a whole scene for the Internet. Do you know the best place for him to install his... long-range alien detector? Well, a negative of this pair outside how weird they were... The chick's cosplay was hot, and you could feel Jamie working on your dick again. (Ask her where her car is; we can have some fun), 'Alien ****, I fucking called it.' (We are not!)

"I don't think there are that many high spots at this convention." You answer honestly.

"Not here specifically, but any towers or hills?" The girl quickly responds with a polite smile before adding. "We're from another country."

"I don't know, probably one of the hills that has a radio tower. There's a whole bunch of them between here and Whitehill Falls." You answer, and the girl thanks you.

(She was totally interested in you.) 'I'm not risking your sex addiction endangering my family.' (I'm not a threat; my, I don't know, species isn't a threat. There's no danger whatsoever.)

You groan while waiting for Patty and Janice, the pair stepping into an unused bathroom hand in hand. 'No threat, really; the government totally will cage it, dissect it, if they find you. And most of your offspring have gone entirely crazy.' (Look, if you want your government off your back, just take Patty; she's one of them and moving into town with Janice. Bam! Two problems, one solution right here between your legs.)

You roll your eyes. 'What am I supposed to do, move in with them, invite them home, and try to explain to Mom and Dad why I'm sexually assaulting a coworker and a government employee on the daily?' (You could move in with them.) 'Nothing is kicking me out of our house unless Mom and Dad say so.' (Wanna bet?)