Yes, all of it.

Feeling embarrassed, but also nervously excited, Danielle grabbed the box and scurried up to her room. Drawing the blinds, she laid the boxes contents out on the bed: a dark green thong, matching strapless bra, and... a small metal box? She tried for a few minutes to open it but for all intents and purposes it seemed completely sealed. She set it aside for the moment, maybe it was one of those dry packets they used to keep the clothes from getting wet.

Stripping down, she self consciously eyed the bra. It actually seemed a little... large. Which was impressive, considering how much her breasts had grown since Thomas had last seen her. She quirked an eyebrow bemusedly, "I think he's overestimating the effect of motherhood. I was never this huge." Slipping into the strange garment, Danielle reached around to fasten the snap... only to find it already sealed between her shoulder blades.

"That's... weird. Must be a magnet. Oh!" The bra suddenly constricted around her chest, the strap pulling taught and the cup almost seeming to suction itself to her skin. It stopped when it was a little too small to be comfortable, compressing her breasts into her chest and displaying more cleavage than she knew she had. She felt up the new dimensions of the garment uncertainly. "That's a little tight... Is this some kind of auto-fit feature?" There was an interesting idea, though it felt like it could use some refining. It was definitely tighter than she'd have liked, whenever she breathed deeply it squeezed her breasts painfully and her diaphragm had to work uncomfortably hard to take more than a normal sized breath.

She was about to take it off when she noticed herself in the mirror, "Wow..." Maybe she would show this to her husband. In spite of the discomfort she couldn't deny that she looked amazing. It melded to her body quite well, despite its thickness, making her silhouette seem almost supernatural in her ability to defy gravity. The way it pushed her breasts up like that... she looked sexy even to herself. She took a sidelong glance towards the second piece of the set, "...I'll try it on. What's the worst that could happen? It's not like this one can smother me."

Slipping into the thong, she found it similarly loose and she held it in place for a minute, feeling somewhat silly. With a slurping noise the green thong abruptly tightened, springing free of her grip and constricting around her hips. "Ai!" Danielle let out a squeak as it rode up between her ass cheeks, using its firm grip on her hips to grind up into her nether regions despite her reflexive clenching.

It took several moments after it had stopped moving for Danielle to relax, the relative thickness of the thong pressing uncomfortably into her posterior. Surprisingly, it didn't rub uncomfortably, the material felt smooth and even soothing against her skin. Of course it was still so far up her crack that she didn't think it was possible to get more of a wedgie. "Not sure this part is worth it. Maybe I'll just stick with the bra, I'm sure I can find a normal thong that matches the color."

She fumbled at the band latched around her hips, trying and failing to find purchase with her fingers, "Ha, little overly tight there Thomas, I need to be able to get it off." She frowned at that thought again. Why had Thomas sent her this? It was just so... inappropriate. Worries of ex-boyfriends dwindled as Danielle fought to find purchase on the slippery material. It seemed like no matter how she pulled, pushed, or wiggled, she couldn't move the thong even an inch down her legs. If anything, when she tried to get her nails under it tightened slightly. Like it was actively resisting her.

Now genuinely concerned, Danielle made her way to the garage, stealing worried glances at the uncovered windows as she passed. "Priorities Danielle, worry about modesty after you've gotten this thing off." Trying some pliers, and when that failed, bolt cutters, she struggled to find purchase on the slippery material. It was like it had glued itself to her skin and she couldn't get any of the tools into position regardless of how she turned, "Ok... ok, don't panic. There have to be instructions or something in the box."

Casting the unhelpful tools aside, she sprinted back upstairs, praying for a solution.