"Pfft you're joking right" He said "I've been planning this for so long!" A male voice said.
"Come on, you lose nothing, and we have a little bit of fun!" A female voice said.
The couple discussed a bit, the boyfriend wanted to cosplay in military-type cosplay from some military anime for an anime event, but the girlfriend... She had other, more, 'special' plans.
"Come on" She said.
"...Alright fine, bring it on, I definitely won't lose!" He said, confident, she challenged him to a game he excelled at. She didn't stand a chance with this silly 'bet' of hers.
"You know it's better if I win, Miku and Luka are very well known characters" She said, picking up the controller.
"Yeah but they're both girls, and I ain't crossplaying" He said, determined to win, he usually went easy on her, but not this time.
The game initiated, "GAME, START"...
"I can't believe I lost..." He said to himself, as he saw his girlfriend going around, preparing everything for the outfit.
"Don't worry, you will look so wonderful, not only will nobody know you're a guy, you're going to make many Miku fans proud~!" She said with a big smile on her face.
"I don't even -know- this Miku you speak of!" He said, and almost immediately jumped back when she held up a big, mask, head thing.
"This is Miku, and also the head you will wear soon. For now, strip!" She said, he shuddered, she seemed serious.
"A-alright alright" He said, turning around, he pulled his top off, along his pants. Usually he would be excited about undressing for his girlfriend, but this time? He was terrified.
"Don't forget the underwear too" She said, it was off faster than she finished speaking.
"Now put these on" She said, holding something, white and puffy, and rather large.
"This is kigurumi brand underwear, really, don't worry about it, it's completely normal for this sort of stuff" She said with a convincing smile.
"Alright alright..." He said, not quite convinced, but still worried what may happen, well, he didn't really know what 'Kigurumi' was, or how it related to cosplay, but it could't -hurt- to try, could it?
He pulled the slightly tight, yet heavily padded white, thing, up his legs.
The texture was soft, almost like a pillow wrapped tightly around his butt, giving him a flat front and a padded behind, making him look a bit bigger on the rear.
"This is tight" He pointed out, causing the girl to chuckle.
"That's the intention, now hold still and I'll clasp it up" She said, and before he could ask, he felt it tighten even more around his frame, she had just pulled some kind of set of strings, unaware as she tied several -very- tight knots, some that wouldn't be easy to undo... "And a bit of safety" As she fit and snapped the laces into some kind of strange plastic-like, thing, which covered the entirety of them. He didn't know what that was.
"Next we work a bit more on your figure" She said eagerly, wrapping something around his waist, which he recognized as a corset.
"Is this really necessaAAHHhrryyy...." He felt the air being crushed out of him as the strings tightened, and were knotted and secured by the same plastic clips on the laces.
"There there, that's good enough" She said, then held something else, he thought he would be crushed for sure. "Don't worry, this won't be nearly as tight" She said, "Now lift your arms up"
He did as ordered, having a hard time speaking and regulating his breathing, and she pulled some kind of vest down on him, but he would quickly find out it wasn't just any vest.
It too was padded, tight around his figure as she wrapped the safety laces up, but on his front hanged a pair of small, cup, things, they were like pockets. He knew the intention once he saw what she was holding.
"You're coming up nicely eh?" She said, holding a pair of little sacks, "Now hold still" She slowly fit the sacks into the slots, giving him pseudo-boobs, and grabbed some thread and a needle, to which he was quick to object.
"This is necessary unless you want the thing to fall apart mid-con and be ridiculed" She said. He thought momentarily and just admitted defeat, seeing her sewing the sacks into the cups, and then trying to resist complaints as she began sewing the three costume parts together over his body, unaware it was not just 'safety'. Probably was safety, but not for him.
"Next are the clothes, starting with the underwear" She said.
"Am I not... Already wearing underwear...?" He said, struggling for air.
"Don't be silly, that's all just shapewear" She said, and he sighed frustrated as a plain bra was wrapped and clipped in place, followed by plain white panties over the padded bottom.
He could just lift his arms as he saw what was next, he just couldn't object anymore as a large bra was wrapped around him and his 'breasts', while she carefully ran some sneaky thread and needle at the back and sides.
"Now arms in front of you" She said, holding a pair of long, glove things, they were skin-colored, he figured it was just some pair of dressing gloves the Miku character wore or something.
He felt their tightness as they pulled over his arms, tighter and tighter as they ran up and up, it was literally a pair of arms, his hands were now tightly wrapped in a creamy feminine soft skin of smooth material, and his fingers tightly pressed together showing off the pretty nails of the glove.
He wanted to reach to feel the material, but would quickly find he couldn't move his fingers, or his arms, very well, if at all, stuck in an 'excited' pose of sorts.
"Um... This is... A bit... Tight..." He managed to mutter, she didn't pay any mind as she grabbed the next part of the outfit.
"Don't worry, next is the main outfit" She said, pulling the main ensemble that was Miku's outfit, bright black and cyan, he felt blush fill his cheeks, and hoped it wasn't due to the sheer heat of the outfit.
"Move your-... Oh right you can't too easily, right right!" She said with an innocent, yet mischievous giggle, working on pulling his rigid arms through the armholes of the main outfit, with a built-in skirt, nicely wrapped around his waist, swaying with his every, slight move, in the mirror, his head seemed way off place on the body of such a, strangely cute girl.
"Next is your legs, sit down!" She ordered, he obeyed without a second thought, just wanting it to be over already.
She pulled another pair of skin-colored leggings of some sort, up his legs, he got the same feeling gloves as she used the skirt to cover up her sneaky acts, some extra thread here and there, she crawled out and got a box.
"These are her iconic shoes, don't worry you'll get some training for them too" She said, he could just take a deep breath as he stepped into the long almost latexy heeled boots of some sort with seemingly built in stockings were pulled up his legs, and not noticing how trapped he was now.
He was ordered to stand up, finding it very difficult to move his legs, until he was helped up, wobbling a bit, he probably couldn't fall even if he wanted to, and he didn't want to, because he definitely would not be able to stop himself from falling, she looked him over, satisfied.
"Now we're onto the last steps of any kigurumi suit" She said, pushing him down to the bed, and sitting in his lap with her bag.
"You aren't... Going to..." He muttered, there were a few limits to what he would let her use on him, and makeup was -not- one of them!
"Relax... It's just going to be a little, it'll help you feel in character!" She said, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his arms to stop her, and the padding of the outfit prevented any big movements to move away from the various brushes and sticks harassing his face, he felt ridiculous and humiliated.
"Next up!" She said, wrapping some kind of tight skin-colored, thing around his head, it covered the entirety of his head, all but his face, just his pretty made up face poking through the hole that was the cloth, thing.
"Of course, the most important thing" She said, holding the large, head thing, the wig came separate, and the head came in two parts, front and back, she gently pressed the back of it against the back of his head, it felt nice and cushioned, if a bit heavy.
Then he saw the front part, with the face eyes being one-way lenses, a nice smiling mouth, and... He couldn't get time to react as something was pushed into his mouth, filling it, and the head piece snapping with the back, he tried to shake his head, get the thing off, out of his mouth, terrified, yet, strangely excited and aroused...
"Calm down! You'll only make it worse! Geez" She said, adjusting a neck piece, quickly he felt less able to move his neck.
"There! Much better, now we add..." She said, working the wig over the doll's head, a nice rigid doll, she took plenty of time to run plenty of thread and needle, skillfully disguising any hints of entrapment within it, he was trapped in the darn thing, she had set him up from the beginning!
"Now I know what you're thinking... But look at the bright side~" She said, forcing him to turn to the mirror, as he looked, he was horrified.
There was no man there, just, a big, feminine japanese doll, sitting there, almost motionless in the hand of its creator, he had never felt so terrified, yet so, strangely aroused by it, to be in such an outfit, to be a victim in the hands of his girl, he felt ridiculous, he felt embarrassed, he had never liked any of that.
He got lost in the sight of the 'girl' sitting there, that 'girl' was him, a doll of a fictional character. He stared and kept looking, before he realized a familiar voice broke him back to reality, he saw hints of his girlfriend, but that girl was pink, she looked a bit like he did.
"Boy look at you, you've already lost track of yourself huh~" She said teasingly, "I know what will make you feel even better, something that will let you enjoy this for as long as you want" She said, going under, working on something, that she had intentionally missed during the sewing, the lower piece was exchanged for something bigger, much fluffier, and before he realized it, something, foreign had forced itself into his body, causing him immense pain, which quickly, strangely turned into some kind of, strange vibrating pleasure within him.
"There you go, my pretty dolly, you are going to enjoy what it feels like to be my doll" She said, standing up and pressing her fist firmly down on the padded front, feeling whatever was down there almost burrow in further. "You're going to stay here... Be pretty... Do absolutely nothing... I will clean you three times a day... You won't speak, you won't move, you're a pretty dolly for me and me only, and nothing can change that" She said, her tone, and the vibrations, it caused him to swell up inside, to swell up with desires, feelings he never thought he'd feel, arousement, forbidden pleasures, he would beg her for more if he could.
He tried to resist a bit, what about the event?
"We're still going to the event... Just you and me... Nobody will suspect a thing... And we'll be together, just you and me, right dolly...~" She said, her tone, her sultry, sweet voice, it burrowed deep into his mind, almost waking up his deepest desires.
He shook is head internally, feeling the embrace of this, the embrace of being a dolly, to be in her delicate hands, to be treated with care and love, to be, to be... To be her dolly.
His mind was racing, ideas clashing, he felt like shutting down, but he wasn't a computer.
He just, was, he was...
'I am your dolly', was what he managed to think.
And her smile... That's all he needed to know, that she could understand him, without words, without signals...
Because he was her dolly. And a good owner knows what a good dolly wants, and needs.