He couldn't think through the feeling of the suit constricting, slithering around his body, squeezing and squirming around his crotch even as the plug pulsed and grew larger inside him. The three costumes had merged into one, making him their plaything. He could hardly even moan out, and found his body begining to move all on its own accord, no, of the costume's will. There was no use fighting, he was stuck firmly in their grasp, a puppet controlled by the discount costumes.