Clothing shenanigans

Maybe the next course of action would be for Adam to join in on the fun. While he doesn’t have any special kinks with inflatable stuff, his kinks instead reside in the supernatural. Possessed stuff, magical situations or anything that can’t scientifically be explained were always major turn ons for him. With that in mind, preparations are in order.

“I don’t know how many of my things you ended up coating, but… Did you happen to stumble upon a magician outfit?”

Said outfit was hidden under the bed. The box that contained it slid out before releasing its content. Out came a mostly black magician costume and cape with a white oval section covering the breast and stomach all the way down through between her legs. It was made of a mix of silk and satin, perfect for the smooth and sensual plays they had while she was wearing it. A pair of small while pantyhose followed it, as well as the cliché’d magic wand, a pair of silk white gloves and the classic black top hat close behind.

It took shape in front of her as if an invisible entity was wearing it, and taking a few various poses to show off. Asami couldn’t hold back a chuckle at its antics. “Alright, I gotta wear it, check that it’s still fine and clean.”

One by one, each piece of clothings snuck on her body. The pantyhose went on first, Asami lifting her legs to allow them easy access. She wasn’t sure she actually needed to do that when that pantyhose managed to slide itself all the way properly with her still sitting firmly on her balloon. Next, the zipper behind the chestpiece opened and Asami sent her legs and her arms in their respective holes. The suit hugged her, rezipping itself and securing itself on her body. She couldn’t hold out a short gasp of surprise when, immediately after, she was gently lifted off her wobbly chair, held in the air by the magician outfit only. As she was slowly gliding towards the floor, the gloves and the hat secured themselves on her body, followed by the classic magic wand being grasped in her right hand.

A look into the nearby mirror showed her that the top part of that costume still sagged slightly due to it being too large for her frame. She lightly pulled at it, disappointment clear in her eyes.

The notepad floated into the corner of her vision, which she glanced at.

What’s the matter?

She let out a short sigh. “Sometimes, it’s hard being small. I ordered this outfit to make Adam happy, picking the smallest option they had, and yet it’s still too big. He doesn’t mind at all, at least he says. But I kinda do. Would have loved it to be perfect for once…”

For the Manacite, such things were pretty simple to fix. Following this explanation, they went to work. Asami noticed the outfit shifting lightly around her, which she thought at first was to comfort her. Until she noticed the saggy effect slowly melting away in the mirror. Her eyes opened wide as her mouth created an O-shape. As seconds passed away, the outfit hugged her figure more and more snugly. It shrank enough for the material to have to stretch a tiny bit around her form, something she’s never truly felt before.

With its finalized modifications, looking at her left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her small but perky nipples were molded perfectly, as was the cameltoe between her legs. The outfit felt custom made for her frame. Asami hugged herself, rubbing her gloved hands all over her body. Never has she felt this sexy in all her adult life, and she impatiently wondered just how Adam would react.

“God, you guys are awesome! Is there really anything you can’t do?”