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Cutting in Line - Auto Closet
🕑 Added 2024-04-17 18:42:21 +0000 UTCHello there dudes and dudettes!
I am back again with a new caption, this time around a Patreon request by M A, who wanted to see a guy cutting in line in front of an auto closet, of course with dire consequences.
Let's just hope that Matthew likes his new cosplay!
This is a Patreon January 2024 request, and the rest will follow soon!
I hope that you enjoy this cap, especially Jägerin, it is a bit different than the idea sent in.
And with that I say my goodbyes for now, and until next time stay happy and healthy!
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"Dammit, how long is this going to take?!" Matthew grumbled to himself, looking annoyed at the long queue that was still in front of him in dismay while he tapped his foot impatiently.
Said queue led to the Auto-closet, a new attraction at the cosplay convention Matthew was visiting that would automatically dress you in any cosplay outfit you want.
Because of this Matthew decided to not don a costume from the beginning, but instead use the Auto-closet. Sadly many others had the same idea, leading to a long line in front of the machine.
"If this is taking any longer I will miss most of the convention" the guy in question ground out between gritted teeth, taking a few steps as the line every so slowly started to creep forward.
Minutes upon minutes passed as the line slowly got shorter, until Matthew only had two people standing in front of him, and as luck would have one of them decided to bail out at the last minute.
"About fucking time!" he said in relief, though that was short lived as the person in front, a good-looking brunette, took quite a few minutes to choose the costume, and just as she finished Matthew lost his patience.
"Hey, what do you think you are doing!" the girl cried out as Matthew just grabbed her by the shoulder, dragging her away from the opening doors before pushing himself in front of her.
"You are taking way too long, bitch" Matthew spat, just wanting to finally have his costume and enjoy the convention. "You can pick your slut-costume after I am done, alright? So stuff it!"
With that Matthew entered the machine, the lights turning on as the door closed behind him. "Fucking finally! Hey, make me up like D the Vampire Slayer" Matthew said with a smile, imagining just how awesome he would turn out as the Auto-closet started to whirr to life.
Costume chosen a mechanical voice let out as a scanner ran up and down Matthew's body.
Body not fitting criteria for the chosen costume. Making adjustments to the body before proceeding#
With that four mechanical arms suddenly flopped out the ceiling, shooting straight down to the guy inside the closet, grabbing him by his wrists and ankles before lifting him into the air.
"Hey, not so rough!" he shouted, but the machine ignored him as more arms started to come out the walls, ripping off his clothes one by one until he was left completely naked, still suspended in the air.
Then suddenly a compartment opened, and the arms that ripped off his clothes pulled a pink corset out of it before wrapping it around his stomach, making Matthew go pale as he saw it happening.
"H-hey now, wait a minAK-" he started to say, but he was stopped by a sudden lack of air as the robotic arms tightened the corset, crushing his waist into a perfect hourglass before making a knot.
With that done the arms grabbed some flesh-colored material that they started to pull up Matthew's legs, with said guy unable to do anything as he was still busy trying to catch a breath.
The material was then pulled up his torso, before his arms were inserted into tight sleeves, and only then did Matthew realize he was put into a bodysuit that stopped just below his head.
"I-is this all r-really nec-cessary to look l-like D?" he rasped out after the arms, now just limply hanging in the air much to his confusion, finished putting him into the bodysuit.
Of course he did not receive an answer to his question, but the robotic voice still sounded through the room.
Tzz... Outside interface active. New bodytype parameters were choosen. New parameters for outfit chosen. Parameters accepted. Continue with the costumer. Tzz...
"W-What do yo-u mean new pa-rameters?" Matthew let out in worry, but of course once again he was ignored by the machine as two new arms approached, both with syringes instead of hands.
The needles swept forward, stabbing into the chest of the bodysuit without touching Matthew himself, before starting to spew out some gel that made his chest bigger and heavier by the second.
"H-Hey, th-this are not pecs, this are boobs" the bodysuited guy said, watching in horror as his chest continued to grow and grow, the weight starting to shift him forward and straining his back.
"Hey, s-screw off! Stop this!" he tried to shout, but it only came out like a raspy squeak thanks to the corset, even then the arms stopped injecting the gel and backed off, making Matthew sigh.
Sadly that relief was short-lived as another syringe appeared, this time it started to pour some liquid into the bodysuit from his neck, and it was then that the smell of adhesive hit Matthew's nose.
"Fuck. Hey, help! HELP!" he tried to shout as loud as possible. "Something is wrong, the machine is buAMPH" he continued, but was quickly silenced as a phallic gag was shoved into his mouth.
And before he could try to spit it out the arms returned with a facemask that they pulled over his head after filling it with ample amounts of adhesive, leaving only his eye uncovered by the mask.
Bodytype parameters met. Start dress-up sequence once again rang out, much to Matthew's dread.
Because what the arms brought in front of him was hardly a costume fitting for a cosplay convention, but instead looked more like it belonged to some seedy adult film set.
Nonetheless, the machine proceeded, not heading its victim's muffled shouts as it started to pull the pieces of red fabric up his body, only covering the nether regions and nipples in the process.
Next some golden rings were put on his arms and wrists to hold up a red cloak that covered nothing, followed by some black thigh-high 6-inch boots that were glued onto his feet.
Clothing parameters met. Proceeding with make-up the machine once again said before Matthew's face was assaulted by multiple mechanical arms, all armed with various beauty products.
They began by spraying the facemask with a pale foundation before thin eyebrows were drawn onto the mask, quickly followed by a set of arms gluing some long fake lashes to the eyes.
The next arms put some eyeliner and eyeshadow on him, while another pair grabbed new syringes that they used to inflate Matthew's lips before painting them a bright red.
The final step was a long black wig that the machine filled with adhesive before lowering it on his head, followed by some hairspray to make it shine and perfume to give him a nice wooden scent.
Cosplay completed. Have a nice day, and please visit us again the metallic voice said one last time before the arms released Matthew and the door on the other side opened.
"Hmmpfff" the feminized guy tried to scream through the gag, but only muffled groans came out as he stumbled out of the Auto-closet, trying his hardest to pull the facemask off to no avail.
He was so engrossed in his attempts to escape his new bodysuit prison that he was not looking where he was going, making him stumble into a person who was standing in front of him.
"Oh, hi there, my name is Maria, what is yours?" Matthew heard a female voice speak, and when he looked up he saw the brunette from before, wearing no costume and smiling down at him.
"Hmpf" he tried to say something, begging her for help, but nothing came out. "Slutirella? Nice name, it fits a girl like you, wearing this slut-costume and all" Maria continued with a smile.
"HMMPH!" Matthew tried to say once more. "Yeah, this auto-closet really is awesome! But can you believe that some people think those are controlled from the inside?" the brunette continued, her smile turning into an evil smirk. "Hmmpf?" Mathew tried to ask, going pale under the mask.
"Yeah, I know, crazy! But everyone knows they are actually controlled from the outside, which is why nobody is stupid enough to cut in line when someone else has chosen their costume already. Especially since the person that was pushed away could easily take revenge by, let's say, changing some setting in terms of bodytype, adhesive usage and outfit choice?"
With every word Maria said her smirk just got wider and wider, all the while Matthew turned paler and paler as he realized just who was responsible for his current situation.
"But enough of that" the brunette continued, once again smiling at the feminized guy . "What are you here for?" "Hmm" said victim tried to plead through his gag, hoping that Maria would show mercy.
"Oh, I am here for the convention too! So let's go together, alright?" "Hmmph" "What was that? You are also searching for some guys to penetrate you with their big wooden stakes?"
"HMMPPHH" "Oh, don't worry Slutirella!" Maria giggled, grabbing Matthew's hand and dragging his stumbling form after her. "I bet with a cosplay like this we won't have trouble finding enough guys!" she continued, making Matthew dread what the future of this convention had in store for him.
