Back home

You make your way back, walking the short way between where Ava dumped you and your apartment. It doesn't take too much time, your girlfriend not cruel enough to drop you miles away. The feeling of the sunshine on your naked skin feels relaxing, somewhat forgetting that this situation would normally be super explicit.

You reached the entrance when you meet one of your neighbor. "Hey there," they greet.

"Hey, doing good?" You shouldn't be this at ease in this situation, but deep down, you're aware this is the new normal. Why pointlessly fight it? Why be ashamed?

"Indeed. you as well, I presume?"

"Like you have no idea." You make your way past them and ascend a flight of stairs to regain access to your safe haven.

You manage to open the front door which was left unlocked only for your sight to be greeted with over a dozen outfits in the shape of what your girlfriend used to look like before she went on her trip and ascended. You stop and freeze in the entrance's doorway, your eyes wide. The clothes have no one in them, and they're all just standing around, very lightly shuffling as if invisible entities inhabited them. The sights of all of them seemed... somewhat erotic to you. As if multiple copies of your lovely girlfriend are hanging around to greet you.

"Come on in, they don't bite." You feel a hand shoving you forward against your back, making you stumble a few steps with the front door closing behind you. You make your way around the various outfits, all clothes that Ava wore in the past. Your girlfriend was nowhere to be seen.

"Ava, where are you?"

"Bedroom," you hear back. Thus, you sneak past the haunted outfits, careful not to disturb them as you move back into the bedroom. There, you see Ava back in an outfit that honestly didn't hide much, floating slightly above the ground with her legs crossed, a pensive look on her face as she examined even more outfits standing on their own. "I had forgotten all about these clothes. Can you believe I used to fit in these?"

You give another look at the various ensembles and, sure enough, with her more voluptuous size, if she **** herself in those, the outfits would heavily strain around her body. She really upped her physique to her personal taste, after all.

"But enough about that." In a blur, every outfits collapsed and zipped all around the both of you, darting back into the wardrobes or drawers. In less than three seconds, everything is placed back where they belongs, folded, stacked, hanged and all. The drawers close shut, and the room returns to its original pristine condition. In fact, you notice it looks even cleaner than usual, probably Ava's work.

"Since you're back already," she continues as she turns towards you, still levitating, "I assume you're ready to tell me the kind of things that really sends your brain fizzling, right? If you keep edging me like that, I'll get annoyed." You feel something tingling around your crotch area. "Lay it on me, young man."