A Dominating Cosplay (dom tf story preview)

So this story is about someone buying a cosplay of Ann from Persona 5 and turning into a mature, alternate dominatrix version of her.

Dappled light spotted the racks of clothes, both old and new, laid out before Ann. She never expected herself to end up in such a ramshackle, dusty antique store, but her search had now led her to places she wouldn't have even considered in her pursuit of her next big cosplay (costume play). The problem was that she had long since donned the looks of all the anime, videogame, and various media character’s she’d cared the most about, and nowadays was strictly searching for characters with outfits she deemed sexually appealing.

As she perused the clothing all around her, there were certainly a lot of materials to work with, but she merely scoffed at them. She’d gotten lazier over time, no longer wanting to invest the time in creating the outfits herself. Truth be told, she never got much praise for her efforts in that regard, despite the hours she toiled away. She worried she didn’t have the looks for striking it big in the cosplay community, but no matter how plain she felt she appeared, it felt demoralizing to be ignored for her hard work. So here she was, chasing down looks that would make her look hot, chasing a high she had yet to experience.

“Need any help dear?”

A sultry voice echoed through the pantheon chambers of the old building, pursued by the clacking of heels and jangling of bracelets. Ann turned around and was met with the sight of a gorgeous woman dressed in a classy gothic gown with rose-patterned sleeves.

“Um, are you…?” Ann began to ask, before falling into a daze as she soaked in the sight of the woman. She possessed captivating, deep purple eyes that felt like they were burrowing into her, their subtle movements plucking at her every thought. She wore an abundance of bracelets that jangled every time she moved, hypnotic in their movements—just like her shapely, swaying figure. Her long, thick blonde hair was puffed out considerably and fell all the way down her back to where it was tightly tied down right above her bottom.

“I… um… Are you the owner?”

“Why yes I am. You seem lost for words and of thought~. My name is Anis. Is there something I can help you search for?”

Ann had never felt such an alluring pull from a woman before, but this one had her questioning all sorts of things about her sexuality. But that could come later. For now she wanted to get things over with and free herself from this awkward situation. So she got down to business.

“I’m… looking for an outfit! Something visually appealing if you catch my drift. I’m a cosplayer, if you know what that is.”

Anis seductively stepped to the side of Ann, her hefty chest bouncing gracefully with her stride as she made her way to the end of the clothing racks.

“I do. And wouldn’t you know it, I have a plethora of eye-catching character costumes in stock.”

The woman began to sift through a few of the outfits hung up, then asked for Ann’s name.

“I’m Ann.” she replied.

“Ann? Well now, what a coincidence.”

Anis reached deep between a pair of coats, and Ann swore she saw a flash of red light cast out from between them. Seconds later, the bewitching woman pulled out a red, leather bodysuit. The woman sent a borderline devilish smile Ann’s way.

“Call it fate, but I’d say this outfit looks just your size. And it belongs to a character named Ann from the videogame Persona 5. If you know what that is…”

Ann couldn’t help but feel like she was being toyed with, perhaps even mocked, but in what way she couldn’t ascertain.

“Um, no. No clue. Videogames are sort of my blindspot.”

Ann then took a moment to thoroughly look at the outfit that Anis began to carefully dangle in front of her. Yeah, it was all leather alright, and a catsuit to boot. It also had a cleavage cutout and zippers and came with pink gloves, dark red thigh-high boots, and a clip-on tail on the back. Yeah, it was sexy alright.

“Wow! That’s actually exactly what I’m looking for!”

Ann’s eyes lit up and all the strange nerves she had felt around Anis lifted from her. The more she stared at it the more right it felt, perfectly able to imagine herself styling in such an outfit. Her excitement eventually took her over, and she ripped the outfit from the woman’s grasp like a kid yanking a gift out from under the tree at Christmas.

“How much does it cost!?” Ann yelled.

“Oh, it’s free.”

Ann’s jaw nearly dropped.

“You can’t be serious?”

Anis struck a confident pose, tsking at the girl.

“My dear, I see someone before me burying their deepest desires, and are too foolish to confront them. I believe this is just the thing you need to confront that hidden side of you.”

Ann was speechless and unable to react, but she felt a twinge throughout her body. It was as if she knew what the woman said was true.

“My vast collection of antiques, clothing, all of it! It’s all for the sake of helping people like you~. Now go on… It’s yours sweetie.”

A gust of wind traveled upon her last word and passed straight through Ann. Things were getting spooky again, so she decided to not waste any time and accept the woman’s offer. She gave an affirming nod and quickly made her way out the door, not daring to look back at the shop owner.

***

Once home, Ann hurried to her room and tossed the outfit onto the bed and began to separate the various parts. What initially seemed like a bodysuit, boots and gloves, also came with a lengthy fake whip of all things.

Just who is this character, she wondered. She quickly went to her computer to look up an image, and was surprised to see some similarities in both their blonde hair color and blue eyes. Coupled with them sharing the same name, it almost felt like fate.

Gazing back down at the whip, Ann felt a stir in her nethers. She wasn’t the most outgoing person, and cosplay she hoped would help her express herself. She hadn't really come out of her shell much since taking it up though, still keeping sides to herself hidden. One of those sides was to be looked upon as confident and in control. She wanted to have a stronger presence, and really grab hold of all she desired. She was tired of being reserved and complacent in her life. Looking at this whip and seductive bodysuit with the clip on cat tail, it was as if it was calling to her, begging her ideal self to finally awaken from its slumber.

She pumped herself up for a few brief moments, then undressed, ready to break the new outfit in. Even with her unremarkable, as she would describe, she figured an outfit like this would be more than enough to draw out the best side of her. She’d catch all sorts of eyes with this! Carefully she unzipped the many zippers on the outfit and laid it flat onto the bed.

“There are so many zippers. Is this really necessary? Though… I guess it adds an extra allure to the BDSM look of it.”

Ann gulped at that last comment. This was really happening wasn’t it? She was gonna wear an outfit like this?

She gently slid both her bare legs into the bodysuit, finding it surprisingly pleasant the feeling of the latex against her skin. It was her first time feeling such a texture enveloping her body like this, and already she was hooked. Next went her arms and while she pulled up she realized she was butt naked and probably should have worn some undergarments so as to not irritate her skin.

“Well, I won’t be wearing it for too long. Should be fine.”

She continued, feeling warmth build in her nethers as they snuggled up to the latex. Her bottom as well felt like an androgynous zone, wiggling playfully until it became fully sealed within the suit. Wasting no further time, she zipped up each individual zipper, starting at the ones at the sides, then the two in the front that helped seal in her chest. The zippers in the front nearly lined up with her nipples, tickling the fringes of them as they passed.

“Well that was, ahem, surprisingly exciting.” She said, doing her best to strike a confident pose while staring down at the outfit boobwindow at her small breasts. She didn’t fill it out as much as she’d had hoped, but she still thought it looked good on her, better than any outfit she had tried in the past. This certainly beat spending all the time making the outfits herself, only to be left disappointed with how it looked on her.

Her excitement growing, she felt a sudden, accelerating warmth within her chest and pussy. She was turned on a bit sure, but she didn’t think to this degree. Suddenly, the outfit began to cling to her tighter, gripping her body as if it was vacuum sealed.

“Huh? What is-GYAH!?”

Ann stumbled back a bit, the outfit coming to literal life and hugging her tight down the very crack of her ass cheeks. It was suffocating to say the least, yet she could surprisingly breathe fine, the outfit somewhat pulsating with a give and take as it bore down on her body. It was starting to feel like hands were all around her, grabbing at her flesh and working it.

“Wh-What is happening? Guh, oh my god! AAAHN!”

Ann fell back onto her bed, writhing in confused pain and pleasure, her body being brutally squashed by the suit and filled with a searing heat that warmed her down to the bones. She could only buck and kick, grabbing hold to the bedsheets for dear life as she felt her body start to contort. Her bones rattled and she heard loud snaps ring out, her inside feeling as if they were twisting under a vice. Each of her legs seized before elongating, her arms following shortly after. Flipping onto her other side, Ann didn’t know what to make of it all yet, experiencing an intense growth spurt coming all at once. It was excruciatingly intense, and it scared her, but it also… excited her?

“Please stop! I-I can’t take this, AAAGH! P-Presuuure. I feel—guhn! It feels sooOOOOH!”

Ann’s eyes nearly rolled back as she felt a sudden orgasm forced upon her by her body’s reactions. The suit was buried into her wet slit, flossing at it as the changes progressed. Her legs grew even further, hiking her butt into the air. Suddenly her hips felt as if they broke apart, yanked in both directions by the clutches of the suit before being pushed back inward, slotting into place like a pair of poseable legs being attached to an action figure.

Ann glided forward on the bed, cumming wildly inside the outfit, her lower body now disproportionate in size to her torso. She had much wider hips now compared to her typically slim, young adult body, and her legs went for miles. She was in no palace to admire them however, her mind still reeling from the fear and overwhelming pleasure. But as the changes progressed, she could feel herself slipping into a state of relishment, acclimating to the pain to appreciate the ecstasy she was feeling.

As if to tease her of this fact, the suit’s grip lessened slightly, her torso and upper body now growing as well, but at a more gradual pace. Ann’s eyes fluttered, her mind wading through a miasma of conflict. This was good, right? It didn’t hurt anymore. So maybe things will start returning to normal? No, she was still changing, that much she could tell, her arms lengthening and torso dragging as she kept adding on centimeters to her height. But this was so unsatisfying, it was just getting good!

Ann groaned and her eyes twitched, feeling a tug at her mind. It felt like something buried within her subconscious was whispering to her, tugging at the fringes of her thoughts. It felt foreign, like the voice of another, but one that still felt familiar to her. Her mind wandered back to what Anis had said back at the shop, about a hidden self. Was this…

“Huh? AAAHN! Oh my~!”

Ann felt the flesh of her face writhe, bones shifting and jostling her features about. AT the same time, a black coat of color began to seep out from the roots of her hair, gradually staining her long blonde mane. The puzzling thoughts rising from within her became louder, and the louder they became the faster the black of her hair spread. It was as if the thoughts themselves were poisoning Ann’s vision of herself. The more she thought about, the more she listened to the rising whispers, the more she realized she hated herself.

You want to be more confident don’t you… sexy? The voices asked.

Ann responded with a series of moans as her face shifted more, features similar to the character she was cosplaying emerging upon her face. Except they looked older, more like that of a mature, experienced woman in her late 20s with impeccable skin and permed lashes. A woman oozing beauty.

A mature body to be ogled, one that you can flaunt is what you want?

“O-O-Ooooh yeeesss~.” Ann responded, her mind drowning in a blanket of muck poisoning her every thought, the suit itself drawing out her most hidden desires and making them the most important thing in the world for her. Every thought, every want was leading to them.

The corruptive black ran like rivers down the blonde landscape of her hair, her face twisting one last time into the more adult visage of Ann from the game, leaving the Ann of reality behind. She accepted this new version of herself glady, and in doing so, the suit grabbed hold violently once more, the harsh love to her body that was missing returning to her.

“GYAAAAHN~! FUUUCK YES!”

Ann sunk into another bout of bliss, welcoming it gladly as her hidden self grappled hold of her mind, the blonde of her hair now fully taken over by the black. The outfit now having forced its will upon its new owner, the ball was now rolling, Ann’s body rapidly hiking up a whole inch or so until stopping as she reached the full crest of her orgasm. She was now older by at least 7 years, aged finely and taller by a whole 2 feet. Ann didn’t even need to look at herself to feel pleased with the results. She could feel the improvements the suit was caressing. The warmth hadn’t left her though.

The hidden Ann had been unleashed, and she desired even more. And with that desire came the desire for a new name, a way to firmly put her old self into the past. Thus, Andrea was born.

Quietly moaning, she basked in the afterglow, her mind racing over what else it wanted, the suit clinging tightly in anticipation. As she mused, the clip on tail fused with the lower back of the suit, and began gently wagging back and forth. It rose quietly into the air, dancing upon the playful thoughts of Andrea as if connected with her whims.