Asami's

As the door closed, the timer on Asami’s phone started ticking down. Can you ring a chime every time a minute goes by? I’m not sure how to program that myself.

“It will be done, Asami. Now, what will you do?”

What do you mean? There’s not much to do. You’ll mess with her a bit to mellow her out, show her you mean no harm, then I can try and explain everything to her, no?

“That is the plan indeed, but it will not really work if Miss Emilia stays pressed with her back against the door.”

Asami’s frowned, and walked towards the bedroom. She knocked against the door twice in quick succession. “Emilia, you’re not still resting against the door, are you?”

A few seconds of silence followed. “I don’t even know where’s the middle of the room! Or if I can even reach it. How did you even do anything whatsoever in here?”

“Just... shove your way forward until you at least can’t feel the walls around you. No cheating, if you want this to be worth your time!”

“I’ll try!” came the final reply beyond the door. She did hear her friend grumble something, sadly not loud enough for her to decipher. Asami sighed, doubting once more if this is the right thing to do.

“Would you like to feel the same thing she will? That way, you will know exactly how things went.”

And how are you planning on doing that?

*Booong!* Her phone gave a bell chime, a look at it showing a minute went by already. She felt her swimsuit gently ripple all around her body, humming for a handful of seconds before going still once more. What was that?

“That was what Miss Emilia just felt herself. To make it simple, we can echo and emulate how her swimsuit will react to our ministrations right into yours. Are you interested?”

I don’t think I should... If Emilia panics, I should be ready and available to help her...

“We know your thoughts, Asami. You wished it was you in this room right now ever since we divulged the plan. We can give you the second best thing instead. If you really do not want it, you can opt out at any time. Does this sounds acceptable?”

Stupid overpowered powder-sentience thingy, can’t even make up excuses without being called out on it, she raged internally, even if she knew she’d be heard loud and clear. I’m gonna regret this, I swear. But fuck it, go for it.

“As you wish, Asami.”

*Booong!* The second minute was up, which meant it was time to up the ante in the bedroom. She felt her swimsuit hug her tighter at various points in front and behind her. Closing her eyes, she could easily envision herself being hugged by the mass of latex. Her heartbeat intensified, her mind conjuring lovely scenarios.

“Asami,” came a cry from the bedroom, breaking Asami’s reverie. She reopened her eyes. “Did you come in? You said you wouldn’t, don’t void your challenge, now!”

“I... I’m still outside, p-promise,” she barely manage to say without betraying her own situation. “Remember, trust me, and enjoy yourself!” No reply came back from Emilia.

“We will need extra accessories to make this as authentic as possible, do not mind us,” the Manacite chimed in her mind.

*Booong!* A pair of long white air-filled elbow-length cotton gloves came floating, as well as long knee-high black socks walking towards her as if she was wearing them. The gloves snatched one of her legs and lifted it, allowing a sock to fit itself to her. On top of that, she felt her swimsuit shoving back and forth against her body, really putting her off balance. “Don’t let me fall!” She trusted the Manacite, but sometimes that faith was being thoroughly tested.

The leg with the newly worn sock was released as the gloves went for the other one to repeat the process. Asami spread her arms to her sides to try and help her balance, before she felt her hands going into the hovering gloves. With her new additions, she was finally thrown off balance. She let out a shriek of panic before she realized she was hovering a feet off the ground, her butt and her back feeling like they indented round, invisible orbs. She couldn’t move her arms her legs or her body much, all she could do was wobble around and feeling some sort of echo wobbling her body back.

*Booong!* Right as the sound died off, the petite girl felt herself lifted higher in the living room, supported only by the small amount of clothes she currently wore. Even after the magicienne costume chapter she experienced, it still felt surreal to be lifted clean off the ground by almost nothing.

She didn’t have much time to ponder about her predicament. Her legs were **** apart by the socks as the fabric resting between her legs shoved itself against her sensitive lips before gently rubbing back and forth, naturally lubricating itself. She bit her lower lips to subdue the coming moan. Right after that, she felt movements against her breasts, the swimsuit massaging them gently. Her breathing increased, the swimsuit wobbling gently in the air while massaging the Asian’s body sensually. She kinda wanted to feel more, her body on fire just from these actions alone.

*Booong!* The fifth minute has passed. Asami wasn’t prepared for the coming barrage of sensations. Her suit hugged her tightly as she felt her asscheeks being vigorously massaged by phantom hands. At her breast area, the swimsuit formed rings and waves and rippled over there, her nipples getting pinched and pulled by the material.

Last but not least, she felt the moist fabric between her legs shoving itself inwards harder, creating a perfect seal against her sensitive lips and her clit which began vibrating. Her arms and her legs curled as much as they were allowed to while her body went through a gravity-defying orgasm. She stained the inside of her pleasurable swimsuit repeatedly as it did its best to extend the petite girl’s blissful orgasm. But after yesterday’s shenanigans, there were only so much left.

The swimsuit relented rapidly as to not overexert her body too much. Yet another clean towel came hovering from the bathroom, her swimsuit peeling itself from her vagina to give it some space. It did its upmost to collect as much fluid as it could, first between Asami’s legs sending sensitive electric ripple through her body, followed next by the swimsuit. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do, the towel retreating and the suit hugging its wearer perfectly once more.

Finally, she hovered towards the couch where she landed on her back, her head against the stuffed armrest while she caught her breath. Her socks and gloves removed themselves before folding and landing on the nearby living room table.

The cat was definitely out of the bag, now. Hopefully, Emilia wouldn’t be too harsh with her as she tried to explain what she knows of what’s currently going on.