Dreamscale.

Ashley had crossed this distance in just several steps earlier this morning, but now it felt like eternity in her grounded state. The worst was to think if the next second was going to be be the one when the Balletwear decided to activate, since the positive feedback was still coming from her body, to which the suit has clung tightly.

Yes, she still liked it. If only it could be put back under her control. But for now, she feared that activation state. She could not understand how a mere costume could possibly be permanent, but same could be said about its other transforming properties.

Grunting heavily, she threw her hands onto the couch. Whichever muscles still worked were hurting and untrustworthy. There it was, the Dreamscale. The black bar was at the top of the red zone, tenth of an inch away from the "A" mark. In a single effort, Ashley reached out and pressed the button... very slightly. Now it did not look as dangerous. Also, the button was right there, in plain sight.

"Easy, babe. Breeeeathe." — the actress lifted herself to the very edge of the couch, barely allowing her to sit with the rigid skirt pushing against its back.

Something was stopping her from ending the tale. The sunk costs. She felt like reversing the Wear into an earlier state would undo the fairytale and leave her with the hangover. It would be just like before, but with excruciating muscle pain for days to come.

Ashley saw the mirror from the couch. She was still the princess, she did not want the coach to become a pumpkin again. From there, her former life looked miserable, and the future looked promising and full of thrill.

"...unless you are willing to commit such a drastic change to your life…"

She was designed to arrive here. Cunningly lured by the initial innocence and false feeling of control, and there she was, one slip away from crossing the line. An entirely changed mind. One ready to commit.

She stood up the only proper way, on her toes. Suddenly, she was all fresh again, a second wind giving her the strength. Wobbly, she saw herself making a step towards the mirror, then another, with very wide hip swings throwing the dust she collected on the floor off her skirt. In an instant, she was very horny before her panties could dry up from the last time. In the end, maybe this version was not too impractical and she just needed to learn its ways...

"Activation commencing." — a female voice announced calmly from the remote. Ecstasy building up in her much quicker than last time, Ashley stretched her leg up high into a vertical split with ease and watched herself hold the stiff ballet shoe in her hand. She could not help but smile her sweetest smile as she felt the changes coming. The first thing she saw was fabric of the shoe in her hand running up her leg, forming a boot, while a thin stiletto heel formed itself, underlining the fact that her feet would never go flat again.

"Haahhh..." — there was no critical opinion. There was no helping the consequences of her momentary weakness, so it only made sense to be focused on experiencing the ride's culmination. She put the ballet boot back onto the floor, and it disappeared from sight completely, as the skirt was now all opaque and even wider than it was. Before she could process what was going on, she felt her waist getting squeezed by the tutu, and her crotch getting all tense, too. At that, she squealed, and her knees failed her.

However, she was not quite on the floor. The skirt kept her from falling, and the ballerina stretched out her legs and held onto the skirt hems with her hands to keep the balance. The center of pressure was under her waist, and another firework of an orgasm struck her just like that.

The material flowed down her face and into her gaping mouth. It felt foreign, but she was not done with her climaxing squeals, so she coped. After just seconds, her entire head was covered. When she opened her eyes, there was blackness. Since they were closed during the orgasm, there were no eye openings. Trying to close her mouth made her find a considerable dildo gag preventing her from doing so. Thankfully, the nostril holes were in place.

The girl tried to get a feel for her new head, but her hands would not let go of the skirt. They merged like that, and she could do nothing to separate them.

Her little struggles were put to a stop when two more dildos entered her vagina and her anus at the same time, instantly causing one more orgasm now that the intrusion was for real. With the most erogenous zones compromised and firmly under the suit's control, the experience rose to a whole another level. Time lost meaning as her entire existence was cumming and being on the edge of cumming.

"I'm so... Is this..." — she struggled with finishing the thought, since the thinking resources in her brain were running thinner and thinner. — "...forever?"

***

Although Ashley was trying her best to listen to her boyfriend Dave, he had to take a few breaks when the Balletwear would drive her over the edge. At first, he did not know what to think of such a bizarre occurrence, but was instinctively angry that she would trust an inanimate object to do his job, no matter how many times better it was at fucking her. However, sometime later a group of people reached out to him.

It turned out they or their friends or relatives were also sent very similar packages, and they were also unable to revert the Activation process on their own. Unlike a rival community of people who were playing the risky game of trying to get the best of the encanted clothing at their doorsteps without activating them, they requested several scientific centers to investigate the material.

Ashley was soon moved to one of these centers. She could not understand why they would not just cut her out, but then was explained that the Activated material would turn nearly indestructible and fuse to her skin, but they were searching for a way of reversing it. The actress shed a tear that was left unseen under the white hood when she heard that someone else was living in her former house, and that Dave was probably not coming back for her, but was soon dragged right back into the endless loop of blunt, physical pleasure that no one could stop.