The Second Costume

The waitress was still standing right there and turned toward her as Julia stepped out of the dressing room. She stared for a moment, taken aback—then a mocking grin spread across her face.

The costume fit horribly. The shiny black bodysuit was way too small. The fabric cut brutally deep between her plump buttocks and pressed like a rope right into her already damp slit. Her labia bulged out to the left and right of the thin material, clearly visible and slightly swollen. Up top, it was even worse: the tiny cups didn’t even come close to supporting her heavy breasts. Both nipples stood stiff and bare in the cold air, rosy and tellingly hard.

Julia felt the cool draft directly on her exposed nipples and between her labia. Her cheeks burned with shame.

The waitress raised an eyebrow and unabashedly eyed her from head to toe.

“Well… that doesn’t really fit, sweetheart. Have you maybe gained a few kilos lately? Your tits are practically spilling out, and your pussy’s already eating up those panties. Looks like you’re already horny.”

Julia turned bright red. Her heart was racing, and between her legs she felt her labia throbbing with humiliation and unwanted arousal.

The waitress shrugged and pointed to a second bag.

“There’s a second costume. It’s actually cut even more revealingly, but it covers more because it’s bigger. It comes with a half-face mask. Do you want to try it on? Or would you rather stand in front of the guests with your tits hanging out and your pussy exposed?”

Julia hesitated only briefly. *Anything but this…* She nodded silently and disappeared back into the cramped changing room.

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The second costume was indeed better—but still deeply humiliating.

The bodysuit fit tighter than normal clothes, hugging her waist and accentuating her hips, while the short, flared skirt barely covered her ass. The panties were wider, at least covering her labia—but the thin fabric still clung tightly to her now-wet slit. The shiny black half-mask covered the upper half of her face down to her nose and gave her a deceptive sense of anonymity.

Julia looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like an expensive event escort. The mask hid her flushed cheeks, at least a little. She stepped back outside.

The waitress nodded approvingly. “Much better. It looks really hot on you. One of the girls from the agency wore that last month, too.”

Julia was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when the waitress continued:

“But something’s still missing. The cock.”

Julia looked at her, confused. Grinning, the waitress reached into her pocket and pulled out a **thick, black anal plug** with a large, fluffy white rabbit tail at the end. The thing was significantly bigger than Julia had expected—the plug itself was conical, shiny, and looked anything but comfortable.

“That’s part of it.”

Julia immediately shook her head vigorously. “No. No way. I’m… I’m not sticking that up my ass.”

The waitress remained completely calm, almost bored. “All or nothing, sweetie. It won’t work without the tail. Either you take the plug, or you put that first costume back on, where everyone can immediately see your hard nipples and your wet labia. It’s your decision.”

Julia clenched her teeth. Her hands were shaking. The humiliation burned in her stomach.

*I can’t do this… I can’t let a cock be shoved up my ass in front of these strangers… But if I put on the first costume… then everyone will see everything. I’d be completely exposed…*

After agonizing seconds of inner struggle, she murmured in a choked voice:

“…Fine. Then I’ll take that one.”

The waitress smiled contentedly and stepped closer. “Good girl. Turn around, I’ll help you insert it. There’s a little hole in the costume back there.”

Julia took a step back, her face glowing red. “I… I’ll do it myself. I don’t need any help with that!”

The waitress laughed softly and handed her the plug. She let the lube fall back into the bag. “Suit yourself. But hurry up. The guests are coming any minute, and they want to see their bunny with a wiggling tail. And don’t forget: push it in nice and deep so it sits right and wiggles when you walk.”

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Julia took both items with trembling fingers and fled back into the cramped changing room. She closed the door, leaned her back against it, and closed her eyes. Her breathing came in gasps.

*This can’t be true… I’m about to stand here with a plug up my ass and a bunny tail that wiggles with every step… In front of all these strangers… *

Julia stood in the cramped, stuffy changing room, feeling increasingly stupid and helpless. Why on earth had she refused the waitress’s help? Her fingers trembled as she fumbled under her short, flared skirt, searching for the promised hole. She found nothing. Instead, she felt only a narrow, reinforced slit a little too far down.

“Damn it…” she whispered in frustration.

In her growing panic, she simply yanked her panties up as far as they would go. The thin fabric dug into her labia, spreading them slightly and pressing against her already throbbing clitoris. With a look of disgust on her face, she spat on her fingers several times and then on the plug, smearing the spit haphazardly over it, and tried to shove it into her own ass.

It was laborious, uncomfortable, and humiliating. The plug wasn’t huge, but it was thick enough to stretch her tight sphincter. Julia bit her lower lip, stifled a soft moan, and pushed. Slowly, with a squelching sensation, it slid into her ass. The resistance eased, and suddenly it was deep inside her. The big, fluffy white rabbit tail now stuck out cheekily from under her skirt, clearly lifting the short hem at the back.

Oh God… I really did shove a dick up my ass… like a cheap porn whore. And it feels so full…

She straightened up, smoothed out her skirt as best she could, and left the stall with a bright red face.

The waitress was still standing there—and was clearly struggling to keep from bursting out laughing. She’d seen right away what had happened.

The dumb cow had completely overlooked the hole in her skirt and panties that was specifically meant for this. Instead, she’d pulled her crotchless panties up so roughly that she was practically naked down there. Her smooth, slightly swollen pussy was clearly visible from the front—her labia were already glistening with telltale moisture. And from behind, the skirt was pushed up a bit by the thick, fluffy tail, so that anyone walking behind Julia had a clear view of her bare ass and the wet pussy wedged between her butt cheeks.

The fluffy rabbit tail wiggled obscenely back and forth with every movement.

The waitress didn’t say a word. She just grinned to herself and thought:

I wonder when she’ll discover the other functions of this plug… That’ll be fun.

The housekeeper cleared his throat, cast a long, disparaging glance at Julia’s half-exposed pussy, and said in an indifferent, condescending tone:

“Mr. Voss is expecting important guests today. You’ll be serving the gentlemen at the poker table. Refill their drinks, empty the ashtrays, fetch chips, and whatever else they might want. Quickly, politely, and without any stupid remarks. Understood, Bunny?”

Julia nodded silently; the mask at least hid some of her burning shame. She had no idea what she looked like from behind.

As she followed the butler down the narrow hallway, the thick rabbit tail wiggled conspicuously with every step. With every movement, the plug pressed deep into her ass, massaging her sphincter and creating a constant, perverse feeling of fullness. Her pulled-up panties rubbed against her clit with every step. Her bare, wet slit flashed briefly every other step. But she didn’t know that. Cool air brushed directly over her exposed labia.

The housekeeper led her into a separate, dimly lit room. In the center stood a large, round poker table with six heavy leather armchairs. Chips, cards, and half-full glasses were already laid out. There was a small bar off to the side.