Auto Closet

Natalie walked into a white, pink, and gold circular room with a single cushioned chair in the middle, and two doors. She had come through one, and the other was perfectly opposite of it across the room. Around the rest of the room were glass closets with dozens of different dresses, leggings, blouses, tops, pants, and generally clothes of all kinds. All female of course. The two girls guided Natalie to the single pink cushioned chair, and went behind Petra standing in front of the second door. As they did, she stepped forward again and leaned in to kiss her bride’s forehead. This time another **** reflex kept Natalie from reacting with anything more than a dainty giggle.

“This is perfect on you, my love.” Petra said softly. “But I need to fit you for your dress, so do take it off.”

Natalie responded by immediately removing the nightgown. It wasn’t as though it hid anything anyway.

“That’s good. Now just relax. Just like the bath, this won’t hurt at all.”

Natalie looked at her confused for a moment, but then suddenly felt something warm and soft grabbing almost all of her feet and shins. She looked down and saw two metal boots had deployed from the floor and wrapped themselves around her lower legs. Within a second of that realization, a similar set grabbed her hands up to her lower forearms. Natalie didn’t panic. They were warm and soft, almost comfortable in a way.

The device gently **** her onto her feet, as the chair automatically retracted backwards a few feet. One of the cabinets opened, and a pair of similar metal arms grabbed a soft white corset from it. Natalie started to giggle as she realized what the auto closet was doing. The arms went inside the corset as it traveled to her, and undid all of the straps and turned it out just enough for it to wrap perfectly around Natalie’s lower torso and emphasize her impossible breasts. The lacey, flowery corset was strapped back around her chest, and the arms returned into the ceiling.

It’s perfect! Look at me Petra! Look how much it highlights my chest! Natalie screamed inside, fully convinced her engaged lover could hear her. Petra only smiled as another teen girl put a glass of champagne in her hands.

The arms grabbed Natalie’s waste, as the ones holding her feet retracted back into the floor. She giggled and wriggled her toes as another set of arms grabbed a pair of pearl white stockings from another cabinet and folded them into the boot-like restraints. Once they were folded inside, the boots slid back onto Natalie’s feet and extended up even further, pushing the lacey stockings all the way to the top of her thighs. In an instant after that, the machines became as small as slippers.

Natalie loved the feeling. It was like they were softer than anything she wore before. Of course the nanobot bath had made her more sensitive to certain fabric and material, of which this particular silk was one. She felt herself squirming, dying from the feeling, begging for Petra to let her release.

Of course Petra wasn’t quite there yet. She sipped her champagne and licked her lips at the sight of her bride losing herself to lust. The short moans escaping her lips. The sweat slowly dripping down her face. Her red hair falling all across her shoulders and face as she threw her head side to side thinking about what Petra would do to her.

Petra looked at the controls beside her in the wall.