Cape, check. Waistcoat, check. Shirt with puffy cuffs, check. Uncomfortable plastic fangs that made him talk with a lisp, check. The sun had set, the vampire outfit was ready, and James was all set to go out and do an evening's Halloweening. His partner, however, was not.

"Alegsha, wash th-" the mongoose began, before electing to remove his false fangs. "Alexa, what's the hold-up?"

"Agh, it's..." came a voice from his companion's bedroom, frantic and flustered. "I-It's fine! I'm fine, it's just..."

"...it's just what?" he asked.

"......ugh, James, can you gimme a hand here?" the voice replied.

"Thought I might," James muttered to himself, heading into the bedroom and noticing that not only was Alexa not finished getting her costume on, she had barely even begun. The witch's hat, arm sleeves, and other appurtenances were still lying on the bed, the squirrel tugging at the front of the sleeveless dress in an futile effort to cover at least half of her expansive breasts.

It took a moment for each to get the others attention. Alexa was trying to squeeze as much of herself into her garment as she could, and James was simply watching it unfold, astonished she'd even managed to get into it at all. He remembered it looking incredibly snug on her last year, but now it was just ridiculous. The way it clung desperately to her oversized body, her belly testing the laced-up design on the front, it might as well have been painted on.

"...uh..." James finally broke the silence, earning a glance towards him from the squirrel. "...are you sure you're alright in that? It looks kinda painful."

"Yeah, stupid thing won't stop digging into my ass," Alexa explained with a frown, "And I can't reach the laces at the back, you're gonna have to do them up for me."

"What d'you mean, do up-" was as far as he got, before she turned her back to him, revealing his challenge. The two sides that needed laced together met at the bottom just above her tail, but were being forced apart by the girl's girth to such an extent that they were at least a foot apart at the top. Although James couldn't ignore the fact she wasn't wearing a bra, and he certainly couldn't ignore her huge, bulging backside. Especially with how the fabric of her outfit wrapped around each massive cheek, forming a deep, enticing crevasse right down the middle of them.

"James, c'mon," she said, glancing behind at him for a second, "Let's get this done up, and then we can head out."

"Wh-oh! Alright, yeah..." James stammered, shaking his head a little to prevent himself daydreaming. Taking a drawstring in each hand, taking care not to accidentally grope his flatmate's butt, he gave a cautious but firm tug, provoking a small squeak from Alexa, and getting a gentle smack in the face from her large tail. "God's sake, keep your tail out the way," he huffed, sweeping it to one side.

"Well, don't pull so hard next ti-IME!" the squirrel yelped, as James gave a second, harsher yank on the drawstring. Her tail stood stiffly upwards, as did her ears, while the already cramped dress constricted around her waist even more. "Ow!" she squeaked, squirming a little to try and alleviate the discomfort of her tightening outfit.

"Alexa, stop moving around!" he grunted, already pulling on the drawstring as hard as he dared. He could feel that he was making progress, but there was still a long way to go. "And try to s-suck it in or something!" he told her, clenching his fists, biting his lip, and leaning backwards, putting damn near everything he had into getting the first drawstring closed.

"I AM sucking i-iiieeeEEEEEEE!" Alexa squealed, as the pain of her dress became almost too much to bear. The dress had been stretched far beyond its limits, it had gotten to the point where she couldn't even move in the damn thing. Even her breasts were starting to feel like they were being crushed. "Ja-ames!" she whined through gritted teeth, begging him to stop, but it was sadly too quiet for him to hear over the sustained, ominous creaking of straining leather. "James, stop! Th-that's too...tight...!"

"Nearly...c'mon!" the mongoose growled, giving one last pull on the strings, and finally managing to close up the two sides of the dress.
"Got it!" he exclaimed, tying off the first of the drawstrings along the back. One down, five to go. "There," he panted lightly, "How's that feel?"

"......"

"...Alexa?"

"......I can't breathe!" she whimpered.

James gave a resigned sigh, and set about releasing his fat friend from her fabric prison. This was going to be a long, painful night......