So
You know that convention coming up in a week or two?
I was thinking we could have some fun there
What did you have in mind
Couples cosplay!
You mean, both of us wearing costumes
Like in public
Well, sure. Is that a problem?
It’s just, you know
You’re usually the one wearing the costumes
I’ve gotten you to wear them too!
Well, not outside the bedroom
This isn’t me saying no btw
Just thinking about it
I totally understand
But I bet it could be really fun
Hmm
You wouldn’t expect me to get as uh
Into it
As you do, right
Of course not!
As long as you’re okay with me getting pretty ‘into it’
Hang on
Do you have some kind of crazy scene in mind
It’s a surprise ;)
…
Fuck yes
All right, let’s do it
Great! You’re gonna have so much fun, I promise
Sounds like you have costumes in mind for us, then
I do, yeah.
Have you heard of My Hero Academia?
Two weeks later, at the convention, Sarah held her phone in front of her, posed for a selfie, and took the picture.
It took under a minute to post the selfie to her social media, with a caption: Wondering where my Deku is? #ComicCon #MyHeroAcademia #OchakoUraraka
She wasn’t exactly a huge fan of the series, but she was aware of it, in the way people are aware of any popular show. She generally understood that it was about teenagers with superpowers, going to hero school to learn how to save the world. She knew that one of the main characters was Uraraka, a bubbly yet determined hero in training who fought with her friends against dastardly villains like Shigaraki, Dabi, and Toga. Uraraka had the power to manipulate gravity, and the weakness of being a female character in a shonen series and therefore chronically underwritten.
But most importantly, as far as Sarah was concerned, Uraraka was very easy to cosplay.
Sarah’s phone buzzed, showing her that she’d gotten a comment on the post already: it was Jessica, one of her friends. Dang, Sarah, great costume! Very authentic. Hope to see you around!
Sarah smiled, because it was very authentic. The outfit, a gray school uniform with a green skirt and opaque tights, was spot on; so were the blushes on her cheeks, and the wig. It wasn’t perfect—obviously she was a mid-twenties American woman rather than a Japanese high schooler, and she hadn’t bothered with contact lenses to change her blue eyes to Uraraka’s brown ones—but she was quite happy with the result.
Thanks! she replied. My boyfriend helped me out with it.
Another comment followed quickly after, this one from her friend Mary: Oh, no wonder it looks so good, then. It must be fun to have a bf who’s into dressing up!
The comment forced a little snicker out of Sarah. Mary was right, of course, but she had no idea how right she was….
Sarah’s friends knew, broadly speaking, that her boyfriend Kieran—the person who’d invited her to this convention in the first place—was an avid cosplayer. He had indeed been a huge help with the costume, and had helped her acquire the right skirt, jacket, and wig.
But what Sarah’s friends didn’t know was that these accessories had come straight out of Kieran’s closet.
Kieran’s love of cosplay was entirely unclouded by notions of age, gender, or any other aspect of physical appearance. Really, the more different the character looked from himself, the more excited he was to transform himself into that character—and he really did transform himself. On his social media, which Sarah had carefully avoided sharing with her friends, were pictures of dozens of characters, male and female and everything in between—and each looked so different that you’d never believe it was the same person in all of them.
But that commitment to disappearing into a role didn’t stop at outer appearance. Kieran always did his best to fully become whoever he was portraying—mimicking their voice, copying their mannerisms, and staying as in-character as possible. His perfectionism even extended to sculpting realistic, lifelike prosthetics to shape the parts of himself that most people would never see… but Sarah wasn’t most people.
Sarah had actually met him while he was en femme—a cute D.Va cosplayer she’d run into at a bar near a convention and struck up a conversation with. One thing had led to another, and before long Sarah was bringing ‘D.Va’ back to her apartment for ‘coffee’, sloppily making out with ‘her’, unzipping ‘her’ skin-tight pilot suit, and—frankly, if Kieran hadn’t stopped her and explained himself, she might have gone to her grave not knowing.
And that was only the first time one of Kieran’s costumes had ended up in the bedroom. In fact, as their relationship continued, Sarah was pretty sure she’d bedded his many alter-egos more than his unadorned self.
No complaints from her, though: she loved the variety. And it wasn’t just the number of different characters he portrayed, but the number of different scenarios he put them in. Sarah had tormented a bound and captive Princess Peach one night, then found herself being tied up in Bayonetta’s hair the next. She’d spent a romantic evening with a slim blond man who’d introduced himself as Tamaki, and another evening getting pounded into the mattress by a bulked up Ryu from Street Fighter. Sarah didn’t even always know who the characters were, but she always did her best to play along, and always had fun.
He’d even cajoled her into dressing up a couple of times as well, and although she couldn’t match his commitment to the role, they’d both enjoyed themselves quite a lot. It was kind of funny to Sarah: she was pretty sure that for most people, roleplay was an excuse for sex, whereas for Kieran it seemed more like the other way around.
But she’d never done this in public!
It was with this in mind that Sarah blushed, a deeper color than the pink highlights already on her cheeks. She was really looking forward to meeting up with Kieran and seeing what he had planned, because even if she didn’t have a clue what it was, she knew it would be exciting. She fidgeted with her hands just thinking about it.
The trouble, of course, was finding him. He knew what her costume was, since he’d helped her out with it, but she had no idea which character he’d be portraying—and whoever it was, she was sure he would be unrecognizable inside the costume.
She squinted, looking around for My Hero Academia characters. There was a shirtless guy with spiky red hair and gears for shoulder pads pretty close to her, flexing for a picture, but she was pretty sure Kieran would have made the abs look more realistic. A few yards away was a girl she recognized as the crazy stalker Toga, decked out in her full villain costume… could that be him? Or what about the All Might across the room, his bright costume recognizable even from this distance—
“There you are!”
She felt a male body hugging her from behind, and her eyes widened with recognition: that was Kieran’s voice. Which was pretty much the last voice she’d expected to hear.
“Hey, Kieran!” she said, disengaging from the hug enough to turn around and peck him on the cheek. “How’d you find me?”
“Oh, I saw where you were from your selfie post.” He smiled. “You look great, by the way! Good job on the makeup, it’s a very natural blush you’ve applied there.”
“Well, I learned from the best. You look good, too!”
“Thanks!” he said, grinning. And he did look good. He was dressed up as Deku, and his costume was spot on, from his metallic mouthguard down to his black and red boots. Everything from the neck up looked correct as well: the freckles, the green eyes, the messy green hair. All absolutely correct.
But the thing was…. Sarah raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t expecting you to look like that.”
“Like what?” He cocked his head in confusion.
“Like… well, like yourself.”
Most of the time, Kieran wouldn’t hold back on using makeup and prosthetics to reshape the contours of his face, and for the teenage Deku in particular she’d have expected a much more youthful look. However, Kieran's face looked every one of his twenty five years. For that matter, as she looked over the rest of him, she didn’t see any evidence that he’d bulked up his thin frame, unlike the muscular character he was portraying.
In short, he just looked like Kieran in a Deku costume, not like Deku. It made him look weird to her.
“Oh, well, y’know,” he said, smiling sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck. His voice, too, sounded like his normal voice, not some approximation of an animated teenage boy. “It’s your first time doing this with other people around, I didn’t want to overwhelm you or anything.” He was acting like his normal self too, a little nervous, as if embarrassed to be caught without a role to play.
“Awww, but that’s what makes it so fun!” Sarah pouted in an exaggerated fashion.
“Excuse me,” said someone else around them. When Sarah turned around, she saw a convention goer in plainclothes, holding up his phone. “Can I get a picture of you two?”
“Sure!” Sarah said, beaming. She posed with her hands together, fingers splayed and fingertips touching in a pose she’d seen the character do. Kieran, for his part, held up his fists in a fighting stance and put on a nervous-looking grin.
“Awesome!” said the cameraman. “Hold it there… and… good! Thank you so much, you both look great.” He walked away, off to find someone else to photograph.
Kieran turned to her, smiling for real. “Wanna go exploring?”
“I’d love to!”
They rambled around the convention for what must have been an hour at least. Window-shopping through the vendor hall, poking their heads in on a few panels, and appreciating the other costumes around them—and being appreciated in turn, with several more photo ops over the course of the morning. It was a perfectly lovely way to pass the time.
And yet, Sarah couldn’t help but feel a little put out. There was a kind of magic when Kieran disappeared into a character, and she got to interact with someone straight out of fiction. It sounded cheesy, even cringey, but with his total commitment to the role, it was always captivating instead.
But instead of getting to do that, she was just… spending time with her regular old boyfriend.
It sounded mean when she thought of it like that, but on the other hand, hadn’t he promised her a surprise? She’d been wondering what it would be for two weeks, and it was just… this? Even his choice of costume was a let-down: Deku, the protagonist of the show and most obvious character to cosplay, who could be impersonated with a wig and a tracksuit. What, was the surprise supposed to be how unsurprised she would be?
Sarah shook herself. If Kieran wanted to take it easy for once and not go whole-hog on getting into character, then she could work with that.
“Look at this cool statue!” she exclaimed, pulling him over to a life-sized figurine of yet another anime character she didn’t know. “I’ve gotta post that. Say cheese!” She held out her phone in front of Kieran and herself. “Cheese!”
“Cheese,” Kieran said, grinning with her.
She posted this one to her social media too. Hanging out with my BF at #ComicCon! Can you recognize him under all that makeup? #MyHeroAcademia #Deku #OchakoUraraka
(Hopefully that comment didn’t sound too sarcastic.)
There were more appreciative comments from her lady friends, but also a private message from Jessica. Hey, me and the girls are meeting up at the Irish pub right down the street for lunch, in about an hour. You and Kieran are both invited! We’d love to finally meet him in person!
“Oooh!” she said, showing the message to Kieran. “We should go! I’ve been meaning to introduce you for ages!”
He smiled ruefully. “Sorry, I’ve got a cosplay thing scheduled for then.”
She frowned. “A cosplay thing?”
“You know, a photoshoot and stuff. Might take a while, and probably longer than they said it would take… you know how it is.” He shrugged. “It’s a shame, you’ve told me so much about them, and they sound like fun people to meet…. You should tell them you’re going, though!” he added, perking up.
Sarah sighed, and typed into her phone: Kieran’s busy, sorry. But I’d love to come! See you there.
“Well, sounds like we’ve got about an hour,” she said as she returned her phone to her jacket pocket. Now it really was hard to avoid sounding disappointed. He’d invited her here to spend, what, two hours together? “Are there any panels you wanted to check out, or….”
“Actually….” Kieran lowered his voice to a whisper. “I booked a hotel room upstairs, just for today.”
“Why’d you do that?”
He smirked. “Would you like to guess?”
Her eyebrows rose. “Ohhhhh.” Then she wiggled those eyebrows. “Wanna get up there and give me a Detroit Smash?… That is what it’s called, right?”
“That is what it’s called, yes. And yes,” he whispered, “I would love to.”
She grinned. Maybe today would turn out fun after all.
He took her by the shoulder and guided her toward an end of the big hall they were currently in, walking in the direction of the elevators. She was happy to follow that guidance. “You know,” she said, “I’m not too disappointed that you couldn’t meet my friends this time. I mean, with you looking like you and all.”
He raised an eyebrow. “How do you mean?”
“It’s just… I had this crazy idea, right? Like, I’d show up with my friends, and bring a new cute girl they hadn’t met, and we’d all get along fine the whole evening, and right at the end I’d show them that the new girl was you! And we’d watch their jaws hit the floor!” She laughed. “It’s a pretty dumb idea, but it’s fun, right?”
“Very fun,” he agreed, as they entered the elevator. His voice sounded a little excited. “I’ll definitely think about it.”
Kieran must have already checked into the hotel, which was part of the same large building as the convention center. The two of them didn’t stop at the front desk; Kieran just made a beeline straight for the other elevator bank, the one that traveled up to the rooms. His hand on Sarah’s arm was quivering with excitement, and Sarah felt herself starting to quiver right back.
The elevator ride was short, and the walk to the room was even shorter. Kieran carded them in, pushed Sarah through the door, and started kissing her before it was even closed.
Sarah’s eyes widened at first, but then she relaxed into the embrace, kissing him right back. “Wow,” she purred, when he pulled away for a breath, “someone’s eager.” She reached down to his crotch and felt a bulge.
“Can’t help myself,” he whined, and then kissed her again, with a passion that exceeded her own. “You look… so hot… like this. All dressed up… for me.”
He was pushing her backward, away from the door and toward the bed, as his gloved hands fumbled with the buttons of her jacket. Before too long, it came off and fell to the floor. Her undershirt soon followed, leaving her topless except for her bra. His hands roved over her body, rubbing and grasping at her back.
She yelped as she stumbled, then fell, her butt landing on the carpeted floor right next to the bed. Kieran went down to his knees with her, pressing her back against the side of the bedframe with the weight of his body. Too impatient to wait until they’d reached the mattress, apparently, and that was fine by her.
She tried to match his passion, grabbing at his costume to pull him in tight, squishing her chest against his, rubbing at his groin as she kissed his face. And she really was happy he was so turned on by this, happy to let this just be about him, even if she’d gotten used to roleplay instead of vanilla. Even if it was just her boyfriend in front of her….
“Fuck, I love you,” she gasped, and while it was true, she wasn’t sure her heart was in it.
“You too,” he said, still in that high, whining tone. His roving hands reached up and took her arms, guiding them down and behind her. “You’re so sweet….”
She heard a click, and felt something close around her wrists.
“My Ochako-chan.”
She blinked. “Huh?” She tried to bring her arms up, but couldn’t, and when she looked behind herself she saw why. Her wrists had been placed in handcuffs, with the chain looped around one of the bed’s legs. “Kieran?” she said, turning around to face him.
Kieran was smiling, but it wasn’t the same smile as before. It looked just a bit deranged. “Surprise,” he said, in that same higher voice, and now it didn’t sound much like Kieran at all.
“Surprise?” she repeated, confused, as he reached up to his face.
First, he opened his mouth wide and reached in, grabbing and pulling at his teeth. They came off, revealing them to be a prosthetic set. The newly visible teeth included four frighteningly sharp canines, protruding unnaturally past their neighbors. Then, he reached up to his eyes, held his eyelids apart, and pulled out one green contact lens, then the other—but when he looked back her way, she didn’t see Kieran’s gray eyes, but instead two yellow irises that were almost catlike.
“Surprise,” Sarah murmured to herself, her breath catching. Her legs squirmed against each other with sudden arousal, and all feelings of disappointment were quickly disappearing. Do you have some kind of crazy scheme in mind? she’d asked, and now it looked like she was getting her answer.
Kieran chuckled, and then grabbed the skin of his face and started pulling—but Sarah quickly saw that what he was pulling wasn’t skin at all, but more prosthetics. A false nose came off to reveal a smaller, pointier nose underneath. An angular chin was removed to reveal a less prominent one below. More bits and pieces came off, removing all the wrinkles and freckles and stubble that had been hiding a younger, rounder, and more feminine face. A face that could belong to a teenage girl, eighteen or a little older.
And at last, with a flourish, he—or rather she—reached up and pulled off Deku’s green hair, and tossed the wig aside. Beneath that, her hair was blonde and messy. “Surprise!” she exclaimed, bouncing with excitement.
“Toga?” Sarah blurted out, feeling that same excitement herself.
“You do recognize me! And I haven’t even fixed my hair yet!” The girl beamed, showing off those fangs once more. Her voice was fully feminine by now, and while Sarah hadn’t watched the anime, she was sure it was an exact recreation of the shapeshifting stalker. “What’d you think of my Kieran cosplay? Pretty convincing, huh?”
Sarah’s mind raced. She stared at Toga, as the girl reached into one of her costume’s pouches, pulled out a pair of elastic bands, and tied her hair into her signature buns. Even by her boyfriend’s standards, this was a mind-boggling transformation. How had he pulled it off—how had he hidden an entirely different appearance under a recreation of his own face? She babbled, “But—you—how—”
“Aww, Ochako-chan, you’re positively tongue-tied! That’s okay.” Toga pranced toward her and reached into the pouch again. This time, she pulled out a ballgag. “I can do the talking for now.”
“No, wait—”
But as Sarah opened her mouth, Toga knelt down and forced the ballgag between her jaws, and then secured the device behind her head. Sarah felt the straps pressing on her cheeks, the gag in her mouth, and she let out a little muffled whine.
She was so turned on right now. She squirmed with pleasure, legs rubbing against each other.
“You’re so cute like that, Ochako-chan! You look just like a present!” Toga licked her lips, blushing bright red as she stepped back again. “I can’t wait to unwrap you… but me first!” She reached behind herself, searching for the zipper of Deku’s hero suit, and swiped it down as soon as she’d found it.
With a flourish, Toga slipped the costume off her body and down to her ankles, revealing an almost naked body beneath. All she wore now was what looked like a tight-fitting black tank top, and even tighter black underwear.
Toga posed with her arms outstretched, like a gymnast at the end of a routine: every movement was a performance, a chance to show off her tricks. Then she reached up to the ‘tank top’ and unzipped the side, groaning with relief as she pulled it off to reveal a pair of breasts about as big as Sarah’s own. She’d been wearing a binder.
Sarah looked down at the underwear as Toga started pulling it off, and realized that had to be a binder too. It even had a visible fake bulge in the front, which had to be what she’d felt before. Toga slid it down her legs like the rest of the outer costume, revealing a pair of hips that matched Sarah’s proportions.
“Ta-da!” Toga reached down to the costume’s shoes, pulled them off, and stepped out of the remainder of the outfit. From everything Sarah could see—and she could see everything, now—the naked girl in front of her was fully feminine by even the most conservative definition, from her face to her breasts to her crotch. Sarah squinted, looking for any telltale seams or bumps where prosthetic met skin, but they were hidden too well.
The way Toga moved had changed, too: lithe, graceful, almost like she was dancing with each step as she crept towards Sarah. “How does it make you feel,” she purred, “knowing how well I fooled you?” She turned around a full three hundred and sixty degrees to show off all her curves, moving slowly, gyrating her hips. “That all of this was hiding inside your so-called boyfriend the whole time, and you didn’t have any idea? Does it make you feel good?”
She knelt again, this time straddling Sarah’s thighs, and whispered right into her ear. “It makes me feel good, Ochako-chan.”
Sarah shivered at the feeling of breath on her cheek.
Toga pulled away, briefly frowning. “Though I guess you’re not really Ochako-chan. You’re really just Sarah. But that’s okay.” Her manic grin returned as quickly as it had gone. “You’re Ochako enough for me, and you look so good that I could eat you up….” She grabbed Sarah’s shoulders and leaned in suddenly.
Sarah writhed as Toga’s teeth bit at her neck, sharp enough that for a moment she was sure they had drawn blood. And when Toga’s face came back into view, licking her lips, Sarah wondered if she saw a few flecks of red on those teeth.
“You’re so pretty, Ochako-chan,” Toga said, still holding Sarah’s shoulders. “I wanna see all of you. That’s okay, right? I’m sure you’d say something if you felt differently.” She cupped a hand around her ear in a mocking gesture. Her voice and expression had a false innocence to them, as if blissfully oblivious to the ballgag that she’d placed there herself.
Sarah didn't make a peep.
Toga smiled, satisfied. Then she turned her head to look behind herself, reaching around toward Sarah’s feet. Sarah felt hands lifting her legs one at a time, pulling her shoes off, and she obliged by flexing her ankles in opposition to Toga’s movements, making the shoes easier to remove.
After tossing Sarah’s shoes aside, Toga turned back around. Instead of a manic grin, her expression was one of intense concentration. She laid her hand on Sarah’s exposed stomach, her fingertips just barely brushing against the skin, and Sarah couldn’t help but notice how smooth and soft those fingertips were.
Then Toga let her hand glide down, slipping underneath the waistband of Sarah’s skirt. Sarah moaned as, for a moment, those fingers rubbed against her sensitive mound—and then Toga slid her fingers around Sarah’s waist to the backside, and lifted her rear off the ground. Sarah felt those fingers undoing her skirt hook, and then Toga was tugging the skirt off her body and throwing it away too.
“Gosh, Ochako-chan, those curves….” Toga rubbed her hands up and down Sarah’s hips, their shape fully visible without the skirt, and her touch was even more pleasurable through the sheer tights. “Some girls would be jealous. And that’s not the only thing to be jealous of….”
She reached behind Sarah’s back and undid her bra in a single quick motion, then pulled it over her head and let go. The bra fell down to Sarah’s cuffed wrists, still held on by its straps, and for a moment Sarah thought it would remain there. But Toga leaned forward against her, breasts squishing against breasts, a sensation that distracted Sarah from what her hands were doing: taking the elastic straps, pulling them through the cuffs and around her hands, and freeing them.
When Toga leaned back, it was with a grin of delight on her face and Sarah’s bra in her hand. She pressed it against her face and took a deep breath through her nose, and shuddered with her whole body. “Ochako-chan’s smell….” Her eyes rolled back, and she cooed with delight.
For her part, Sarah was still focused on Toga’s breasts, the ones that had just pressed against her own. They’d felt so real, and they looked real too—hanging off the girl’s body in a natural way, jiggling a little when she moved, even showing traces of little moles and imperfections. They were some of the best fake breasts she’d seen, and she’d seen a lot.
Toga took another sniff, then gently put down the bra next to herself. “You’re enjoying this too, Ochako-chan,” she said. “Look, you’re all wet and drooling.” She wiped her finger along Sarah’s lips and then held it up for Sarah to see, showing off the drool that Sarah couldn’t keep in her mouth, thanks to the ballgag. Toga licked her finger, lapping up the drool, and then wiped it on the carpeted floor.
Then she looked down. “Oh, but what’s this?” Her tone was one of mock surprise. “Your lips aren’t the only place you’re wet….” She reached down and rubbed between Sarah’s legs, still being pressed together by Toga’s calves. Sarah convulsed at the touch, her back arching.
Again, Toga held up a wet, shiny finger. “You need to be more careful, Ochako-chan! You’ve soaked through your tights! I’d better get them off for you.” Toga crawled backward, now kneeling by Sarah’s feet, and grabbed the waistband of the tights. Working unhurriedly, she rolled them down and off her legs, leaving Sarah naked but for her panties—but that didn’t last long, because with a much quicker movement, Toga yanked those down and off of her as well.
They were both fully naked now, and Sarah was so immersed in the scene that she barely remembered that that wasn’t technically true. She squirmed with desire, letting her legs spread apart in invitation.
Toga took it. “You really are enjoying this already,” she purred, crawling forward. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy it even more.”
Abruptly she leaned in and grabbed Sarah’s head, pulling her into a rough, hungry kiss. Sarah didn’t even kiss back: she just closed her eyes and submitted, letting herself be claimed. And the claiming didn’t stop with this first kiss: Toga let her mouth slide down Sarah’s face to her neck, and then to her chest, kissing and nibbling and licking and biting. Sarah quivered every time she felt one of those fangs press into her, and when she felt them on her nipple she let out a yelp through the gag.
“Aww, she’s so sensitive,” Toga said smugly. She continued down Sarah’s body, holding her in place with her hands on Sarah’s hips. “Your skin feels so soft, Ochako-chan. And it looks so pretty too, that nice creamy color.” Another kiss, another nibble. “But what I really love is the way it bruises red, just for me.”
Sarah glanced down her body and saw what she meant—a long, ruddy trail of hickeys, all the way down her torso. Like a line on a map, leading to buried treasure.
Toga’s ministrations continued, past Sarah’s abdomen, down to her waist, to her pubic mound, and with every touch and tease Sarah could feel electricity pulsing through her body. And then she stopped, and looked up at Sarah with a devious grin. “Do you want it?”
Sarah let out a little noise of assent.
“Hm, I’m not sure I believe you. Do you really want it?”
Toga’s tongue flicked out, just enough to tease Sarah’s mound again, and Sarah’s hips bucked involuntarily. She grunted louder, trying to make her feelings clear.
“Oh, but it’s so hard to understand you like that! How can I be sure you want it?” Toga frowned, bringing her hand to her chin in an exaggerated gesture of contemplation. “I know,” she said. “Do you want it so, so badly that you’ll let me do anything I want to you?”
Sarah moaned desperately through her gag, shaking with the tension of denied release. Yes! she wanted to say. Yes, anything and everything!
“Hmmmmmmmm….” Toga beamed. “Okay!”
She grabbed Sarah’s hips tight, positioned her mouth right above Sarah’s crotch, and dove in.
The pleasure Sarah had been feeling before was nothing compared to this. She shook, shuddered, convulsed, completely out of control, held in place only by Toga and the handcuffs, hardly able to focus on anything but the tongue at her folds, the lips at her folds, the teeth at her folds. Poking and prodding, lapping and licking, pressing and kissing.
“You really are sweet, Ochako-chan,” Toga panted, in a brief break from her work. “You’re making me… so happy….” One of her hands came off of Sarah’s hips, and Sarah had just enough consciousness left to see it go down to Toga’s own crotch and start working there—
But then Toga dove in farther, probing deeper, licking more vigorously, and Sarah’s eyes rolled back. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t perceive anything but what was happening between her legs, and it was getting more intense, and she was breathing harder and harder, and Toga was moaning too—
Her hips bucked as she came, and she screamed through her ballgag, only interrupted by her own desperate gasps for breath. Her vision went completely white for a moment, and then everything went limp. She slumped against the bedframe, drained of energy.
After a few seconds, Toga rolled off of her legs and onto the carpet, one hand still probing furiously within herself. The other took hold of her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. “Oh,” she moaned, “Ochako-chan’s taste… so good….”
She gasped, her hips bucking, her hands locking in place for a moment. Then she, too, slackened against the carpet.
In the afterglow of her own orgasm, Sarah felt a few of her cognitive faculties returning to her, and she had to wonder. Had her boyfriend, hidden underneath those prosthetics, actually achieved sexual release by masturbating with a fake pussy? Or had it just been a show for her benefit—or, perhaps, for his?
Maybe it really wasn't him after all. Maybe this really was a fictional character brought to life, just for her.
Slowly, Toga sat up, panting but catching her breath. “That was so good for me, Ochako-chan. I’m glad it was good for you, too.” She leaned over and kissed Sarah, gently, on the cheek. Sarah let out what she hoped was an appreciative noise. “How are you now? Feeling comfortable?”
Sarah thought about that, and then let out a noise that she hoped sounded like No. It had been a lot of fun to be helplessly handcuffed to the bed, but now that she was paying attention to it, she couldn’t help but notice how the awkward position made her arms feel stiff.
“Oh, right, the cuffs. I guess I’d better let you out, huh, Ochako-chan… or should I say, Sarah.” Toga sighed, then reached into another pouch of the discarded Deku costume and pulled out a key. “After all, you’ve got that meeting with your friends,” she continued, reaching behind Sarah’s back, "and they’d be so worried if you weren’t there….”
With a little clink of metal, Sarah felt one of her cuffs coming undone. She brought her hands in front of herself and rubbed at the wrists, but they weren’t too sore: although the cuffs were mostly made of metal, their insides were a softer material.
Toga pouted as she reached up to Sarah’s head to undo the ballgag. “And I’ve got to go put that silly Kieran costume back on for his photoshoot. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could just keep playing in here all day?” And it did sound nice, Sarah thought, but they had things to do.
Toga’s hands rested on the back of Sarah’s head, right where the gag was secured….
And stopped. “You know…” she said. “I think I might have an idea of how we can keep having fun.”
Sarah only had time to make another questioning noise before Toga spun her around, shoved her onto the bed, and grabbed her arm—the one with the cuff still on. Sarah heard a clink, and felt the other handcuff close around the opposite leg. Toga let go for a moment, and Sarah squirmed, struggling with her free arm and leg—but then Toga returned with a second pair of handcuffs, and cuffed those remaining limbs together as well. Sarah was now helplessly hogtied, facedown on the bed and facing away from her captor.
Toga grabbed her body and dragged her around, so that they could look at each other. “See, I might have told a teensy little fib earlier, Sarah-chan,” she said, vibrating with excitement. “About the photoshoot. There actually isn’t one! So I can keep playing with you as long as I want… except you really do have to go see your friends.” She grinned. “Or do you?”
With that, she turned on her heel and skipped away, giving Sarah a good view of her naked rear. “Be right back!” she said, and ducked into the bathroom.
She wasn’t kidding—it was only a couple of seconds before she returned, skipping once more, her breasts bouncing with each step. In one of her hands was a big box, one which Sarah recognized as the kind of makeup kit that folded up small, but expanded into a huge selection of shades and tones.
In her other hand, resting on a mannequin head, was an exact duplicate of the brown, shoulder-length wig Sarah was wearing.
Sarah’s eyes widened. No. No fucking way.
“See, it was actually something you said that gave me the idea, Sarah-chan!” Toga sat down next to Sarah, put the wig on its stand down upon the bedside table, and placed the makeup kit next to her on the bed. “You said you had this crazy idea where you’d go meet your friends… and you’d bring this cute girl that they didn’t know….” She pulled open the makeup kit. “And they’d never realize that the cute girl was me, all along!”
Sarah’s heart raced. Part of it was anxiety, even fear, at the suggestion she was hearing. But she’d be lying if she said that was all of it, or even most of it.
“It’s a really fun idea! Only I don’t think we’ll both be able to make it… but maybe I can pull double duty? Maybe I can be the cute girl, and you!”
Toga reached down and grabbed Sarah’s face, forcing her to look up at her captor. Toga examined her carefully. “I mean, I think we’re a pretty good match already! Now let’s see….” She picked up a brush and got started.
For the next several minutes, Sarah got to watch a master at work. It was small wonder that her boyfriend had picked a fictional shapeshifter as his latest role: with the right makeup and the right brushes, Sarah was able to see Toga shapeshift in real life. Her nose seemed to change shape thanks to contouring, growing a little bit to match Sarah’s own. Her lips became just the right shade of red, and her eyebrows were penciled into shape. Every so often, Toga would grab Sarah’s face again for examination, before returning to work.
Before long, Toga was very close to looking like Sarah, but she still seemed unsatisfied. “Needs a little something extra,” she muttered, and hopped off the bed. She walked, not skipped to the bathroom, and this time returned with some liquid latex and a hair dryer. She dabbed the latex carefully onto her face in a few key spots, blasted it with the hair dryer, and then applied extra makeup on top to blend everything together.
The next time Sarah looked in the makeup kit’s attached mirror, she nearly gasped through her gag. There was her face in the mirror… and there, right next to it, was a near replica of that same face. Complete with the pink cheek blushes that Sarah had applied for her cosplay.
Only a few details remained. Toga returned to the bathroom yet again for another set of false teeth and a contact lens container. She placed the teeth into her mouth to conceal her own incisors and duplicate Sarah’s smile. (How did it feel to wear two sets of fake teeth?) She took out a pair of blue lenses, then carefully applied them to her eyes. (Sarah knew you weren’t supposed to wear contacts on top of one another: was there some sleight of hand she wasn’t seeing, as the yellow contacts were swapped out?)
And finally, Toga undid her hair buns, then reached almost reverentially for the brown wig. She lifted it up, pulling out a wig cap from beneath it, and then gathered her blonde hair into the cap. (Was there a second cap underneath the blonde hair?) Then, she took the wig itself, brushed it a few times with her hands, and lifted it up, carefully… and placed it on her head, facing away from Sarah.
“Mm,” she said. “Muh muh muh.” She stuck out her tongue, stretched her mouth wide, massaged her jawbones with her hands. She blew air through her closed lips, letting them vibrate, and then hummed an octave: “Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mmmmmm….”
With each vocal warmup, her posture changed. The catlike poise of Toga disappeared, bit by bit, replaced with something a lot less graceful, a lot more normal. A lot more familiar.
She finished with some trilled R’s, and then—finally—turned around. “So,” she said. “You think they’ll suspect something’s up?”
Sarah’s eyes shot wider than they had all day. Standing there, right in front of her, was… herself. Her same face, her same posture, her same voice—even the body, she realized, was a close match to Sarah’s own.
“Nah, they won’t suspect a thing. And why would they? I’m just Sarah, going to lunch with some of her besties… it’s a shame Kieran couldn’t make it, with his photoshoot and everything.” She grinned, and there was just a hint of that Toga-like glee in there, but only if you were looking for it. “Oh my gosh, I’m nearly out of time! I’d better get dressed.”
Sarah squirmed with mock fear, and real arousal, as ‘Sarah’ started to gather up her own discarded clothes. On went the panties and bra. Then came the tights, carefully rolled up and unrolled along each leg. Then the skirt, the shirt, the jacket… with incredible speed, ‘Sarah’ made herself look just like Sarah had when she’d arrived in the hotel room. And if she looked indistinguishable to Sarah, then there was no way anyone else would figure it out.
‘Sarah’ took a few seconds to admire herself in the makeup kit’s mirror, and then nodded. “Looking good!” Then she folded up the kit and placed it on the floor. Now, the real Sarah was the only one on the bed.
“So, I’d love to stick around,” ‘Sarah’ said, almost apologizing, “only I kinda told my friends I’d meet them for lunch. But I did promise to play with you… and don’t worry, I will!” She grinned, opened up a drawer of the bedside table, and pulled out a vibrator and some scotch tape.
Sarah groaned once again, as ‘Sarah’ pushed the vibrator inside her pussy, then taped it securely in place. It was certainly noticeable, but not vibrating yet.
“Just a second,” ‘Sarah’ said, reaching into the drawer again. “Gotta do some tech setup.” This time, she pulled out a laptop computer that Sarah recognized as Kieran’s, and then took a folding table from the corner of the room. She placed the laptop on the table, between the TV and the bed, so Sarah could see it.
‘Sarah’ opened up the laptop and logged in. “So,” she said, “this laptop is connected to the vibrator in your pussy, and if you’ll just give me a sec….”
She pulled out Sarah’s phone and unlocked it with a few quick taps—when had she learned the passcode? Then she tapped at it for a while longer, until finally she smiled wide. “Perfect! Now the phone is connected to the laptop too! Which means I can do this,” she said, and slid her thumb up the phone’s screen.
Sarah convulsed as the vibrator sprang to life, buzzing furiously within her—but after a moment, ‘Sarah’ pulled her thumb back down the screen, and the vibrations died with it.
“Good, we know that works. And that’s not the only cool thing. Smile, you’re on camera!” She held up the phone screen for Sarah to look at, and she saw herself, as filmed from the laptop’s webcam. “See? We’ll be able to have all sorts of fun together, even if I’m not right there with you.”
Sarah let out a long, low moan. This was turning out better than she’d hoped.
“I guess I should go now, but… oh, but you look so cute all bundled up like this!” she squealed, leaning down by her doppelganger and pinching her cheek. “Gotta do a selfie for the road.” She turned around, crouching down so their heads were right next to each other, and threw her arm over Sarah’s shoulders.
And then, to Sarah’s surprise, ‘Sarah’ spoke out of the corner of her mouth in a masculine whisper. “Panic button is under the pillow on the other side of the bed. Push it and I’ll come running.” She was still smiling, holding the phone up in selfie mode, but for a moment it was Sarah’s boyfriend talking. “Thanks so much for being on board with this, it means a lot to me, and I love you, and also you should probably make your passcode something other than 1234.”
Sarah tried to smile too, leaning her head against her boyfriend’s head and hoping her gratitude was obvious too. He leaned back against her, and closed his eyes in contentment. “Last chance to back out before I leave,” he whispered.
Sarah considered it for a moment, but shook her head instead.
And then ‘Sarah’ opened her eyes. “Perfect, hold that pose. Say cheese!” Sarah let out a moan. ‘Sarah’ grinned as the camera flashed: then she pocketed the phone and jumped away. “Okay, for real now, I gotta go. Have fun! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do… or is it the other way around?” She beamed, strode over to the door, opened it, and placed the Do Not Disturb tag on the outside. “Happy watching!” she called out, and then shut the door.
Sarah was alone in the silent room.
She squirmed on the bed, testing her bonds. She was a lot more comfortable than she had been leaning against the bedframe, but she wouldn’t be getting out of them any time soon, either. She groaned, wondering when the vibrations would start… and wondering what ‘Sarah’ had meant by that last thing. Watching what, exactly? Wasn’t she the one being watched?
After a few minutes of relative boredom, she shimmed herself around to face the laptop instead, if only for something else to look at—but then realized that there was a familiar looking webpage open on it. She crawled forward, close enough to get a better look… and blinked.
It was her own social media page, and she could see her own most recent selfies on it.
Just as she realized that, the page updated. A new selfie, from Sarah. Or rather, from ‘Sarah’—but it looked exactly like any of the ones she’d posted herself. She was in the convention hall, posed with her hand in a peace sign. She was grinning, and Sarah wondered if she saw a hint of a fang in that smile. Heading to lunch with the besties! I wonder if they’ll be able to recognize me under all this makeup? #ComicCon #MyHeroAcademia #OchakoUraraka
Before long, a comment from Jess: Boo, you made that joke already
‘Sarah’s reply, a few seconds later: I did, and I’ll make it again!
Sarah squirmed in place, feeling her need growing inside her.
It was only a minute or two later when the next selfie appeared, and it was a group photo: ‘Sarah’ with all of ‘her’ friends, standing outside the restaurant. Here at the best Irish pub in town! Shame my BF couldn’t show up, he’d have loved coming here—but I’m sure he’s having plenty of fun wherever he is. And if the food here is as good as I’ve heard, then I’ll be coming again and again!
And that was when the buzzing started, and ‘Sarah’s prediction came true.