Try these gloves.

"You've found these gloves. They're yours now. They're your reward."

They felt quite rewarding indeed. Furthermore, they did not have any legible straps or buckles, just an open seam.

"It doesn't seem they have a closure at all." — with the box's warmth and gentle murmurs of the voice, it was hard to focus on getting out and searching for freedom. Jen was just fine right where she was... — "They're even nicer on the inside, perhaps. These fingers are so delicately made, I don't think they hinder my tactilities at all."

When the girl stretched the gloves out, there was resistance. The velvet slipped over her elbows easily through the gaping seam. Clothes behind her back sprung into motion, moving away.

"Oh. They're longer than I thought. And they're attached to something."

As the girl kept stretching her hands forward, the gloves went over her shoulders and did not stop there. As soon as nothing lied between, more pleasant velvet approached Jen from the back and flapped over her body from the sides, meeting at the front. The seam ran from the glove wrists, fell into the wide cleavage and then continued down from it along the front all the way down to her knees and remained extremely easy to get through.

"A long, straight velvet dress. If not for this strange openness, it would be acceptable."

"At least I can enjoy it safely. I mean, how can I possibly get stuck in something so wide open?"

Some fabrics were holding the warmth Jen was giving them better than the others, but overall her new nest felt really good. However, warm air was quick to escape it, being replaced by the familiar coldness seeping in. Finally annoyed enough by it, the girl gently slid the lid above her head closed. It made her space a little more enclosed, but allowed the much-cherished warmth to accumulate.

"It's not much fun just lying there. Why don't we make it a little warmer?"

Before long, her hand was under the front seam of her dress, getting her dildo going, and the other was coursing from her hood to her velvet breasts. As it was getting hot, the dress' fit on her felt better and snugger. It made sense to put two and two together, but Jen could not put her impending orgasm aside for that.

Finally, her velvet fingers found out that the seam below her cleavage had melted together, and same was true for the tight gloves. But it did not alarm her. It just made it all better.

"Melt into it. Melt like hot candy. Swimming in the sweetness. Come on, baby. Love it forever. Love yourself forever."

Jen's ecstasy came to its peak, and she did not bother opposing things she could not understand. The heat seal has finished with putting the velvet dress onto her, but the rest of the box must have carried the technology as well. The heat was still coming from her crotch, and the clothings around her were becoming one big mass, intending to absorb her too.

One arm was already fused to it, and the other reached for the lid of the box to open it up. It was very easy — but not from inside. Whatever was inside the closed box was designed to stay there. She wiggled as hard as she could, but it only made it hotter, speeding up her demise. Somehow, she was not afraid. In fact, there were not many emotions at all. That dildo she was shaking up so hard was dragging all the focus onto itself...

"So you chose to stay warm."

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